Alright so it's been a month

So what's been up? To tell the truth not much. One could summarize Work-Work-God damn awfully sick-Work and some more Work.

Now, as you may notice 6 out of these 6 points suck. Well no surprise there, at the moment I seem to be doing little else than either working or going to work. For those of you that don't know I now, since august that is, work in Karlskoga with customer services for Viasat AB, satellite TV provider.
Awful hours at minimum salary with a complementary 3h of travel time every day. Which isn't exactly great for either health or sense of well-being. Especially since some of the customers we get really makes me lose ever more of that little faith in humanity I have left.

On the somewhat brighter side of things when it comes to work is that it's usually quite easygoing at the workplace especially at some of the odder hours of the workday. Shooting rubber bands at coworkers apparently is as much fun as it was to do so in kindergarten, elementary school and highschool. This is something of a frequent occurrence after 20:00. It's silly but it helps me and others keep our collective sanity.

Further, someone (who might or might not read this blog) once told me that she SERIOUSLY doubted I'd fit for a job involving handling people in any form, especially convincing them that I ought to be allowed to sell them anything. Well fortunately for me, and the customers,
she seems to have neglected the fact that I can be very good at hiding my more cynical side and fake that I'm actually nice and caring. At least I think the fact that I manage to sell so much more TV related stuff as to net me a couple hundred SEK every day (better than most) seems to point at something like that.

Mind that I'm not admitting that I'm pure evil when I'm not working, but when I think about it I'm not really all that much for helping people watch more and ever more TV instead of doing something productive with their lives. It's interesting how all my workmates do treat the customers phoning in, I come to think of someone in particular who's go just the draconian demeanor I'm sometimes accused of having. Yet, on the phone, he sounds like nicest guy in the world, no exaggeration.
It seems a bit strange and otherworldly when one finds concrete examples of how differently people react and behave in different situations. Speaking for myself I don't even consciously think about the way, after a couple of thousand customers, I behave on the phone. Obviously I'm only doing what keeps me paid with some nice topping in the form of sales as a direct consequence of how I'm perceived by the troubled customer.
Still strange to realize that most of my friends probably would not even recognize me.

Anyway, to summarize the bright points with my job, it's often easy in an easy-going atmosphere and I sell things and get cash for doing so. Droning on before getting a new job isn't so bad as it seems at times after all.

In other news and the one deviating point of the six I started this entry with I had a run in with a nasty influenza virus a couple of weeks back, something which I still haven't fully recovered from. It worked out something like this, one Saturday I got really drunk at Wictoria's place along with some other jolly people. Sunday morning I'm feeling a bit hungover and notice that my throat is hurting slightly. Something which I've learned over this past year usually means that I'm on the road to a couple of sick-days. Sure enough by Sunday evening I realize that 'Hey son, ya ain't going to be working tomorrow and there's NOTHING you can do about it'. When I wake up on Monday I can hardly speak because of my throat, let alone eat or drink. This later develops to something like 40 degrees (C) of fever and a state of lying upon my bed in a state I'd go as far as to call near comatose. One more reason to hate Mondays I guess.

Finally apart from work which as I stated takes up way too much of my time at the moment I thought I'd just mention that I have had quite a bit of fun most of the weekends I've had since I started working. Having little of it really makes for appreciating the spare time I do have. In fact I've had so much alcohol and late night fun that I've started to really think about my general state of health (the two friends mentioned above does not exactly improve upon it). Along with being out of the gym because of influenza this has been a nasty combination for my body, something I those that know me might guess have created an compulsive urge to take the bloody bull by the horns and straighten up my habits for the months to come. Back to gym and serious dieting from tomorrow is the name of the game.

With that I conclude this rather length post, if you've read all of it I wish you goodnight.