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Friday, January 17, 2003

It's a Friday Five. Well, a Friday Two-and-three-quarters...

1. Where do you currently work?
Work? I laugh at your feeble paid employment. (Actually, I covet your paid employment. Working on it.)

2. How many other jobs have you had and where?
Very few. Pampered and lazy, me. Well, lazy at least. Babysitting (whoo!). Cleaning and bar work at college. Responsible-type jobs at college, like tutor and after-hours duty. That brief stint in the sandwich place.

3. What do you like best about your job?
What job? (OK, I'll go with the sandwich job... it was the last real one. Best was that once it got to clean-up, I didn't have to engage my brain. I could think about whatever I wanted to. Best thing about after-hours duty is that, on a reasonable day, it's bugger-all work, and occasionally amusing.)

4. What do you like least about your job?
Sandwich place: customers being difficult while the boss was looking over my shoulder, waiting for me to fuck up. Nervous! I could've lived without smelling like greasy washing up water, too. After-hours duty: on a bad day, it's really bad. People are annoying, contrary, and come at regular life-interrupting intervals.

5. What is your dream job?
Hrm... Literary agent, I think. Or rather, not literary, but an agent representing fantasy authors. I'd get to coddle the talent and work with authors and... yeah. It'd be great.

I'll get there yet. Watch this space.

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