It's one of those bewildering jobs, so confusing and ill-organized that it will make me laugh when I tell my children about it in twenty years. But right now, it just stresses me out and makes my feet hurt. For nine hours and 45 minutes I worked, and during that time I ate one bag of fruit snacks. And that's all. And I'm one of those people who buys bags and bags of overpriced airport food to bundle onto planes just because I am so afraid of going hungry for four hours. Boy oh boy. If I didn't loose weight today, I am going to be sincerely upset.
How am I, such a committed idler, possibly doing this? I have no idea. The mercenary side of my nature has reared its greedy head. To be honest, I am completely broke. "More than usually hard up" as they say. It would be nice to have a little cash.
The work is not that bad, just a bit tedious sometimes. I did enjoy talking with an English lady on my walk. And, in the evening during the phone calling, when a soon-to-be 86 year old wanted to chat about her family for a while, I didn't stop her. It made me feel like a human again.
But I feel sorry for the people I'm bothering. Particularly when they're older. I try to be as brief as possible, but I still hate making them stand there or listen to me for so long. Erg. I CANNOT believe I'm doing this. Emily and I are supposed to go again on Friday - we'll see what happens.
Completely random, but - I found this through Jane Austen Today, and Helena Bonham Carter reads excellently. I adore books on tape. Or, audiobooks, I suppose they ought to be called. I'm so used to calling them 'tapes'.
Anyways, I'm exhausted. If only I had a warm pig belly for my aching feet.