You may or may not be interested to hear what I'll be doing at work tonight.
On a Monday night (for a bit of overtime), I help out on Reception. This entails, basically, sitting in a chair at a desk for hours. The boredom is occasionally relieved by a local resident asking you where the council meeting is tonight? Why, you tell them, it's in the council chamber at 7 o clock (or whatever). Sometimes they thank you. Sometimes they just glare at you and march up the stairs to the chambers without your expert directions. The more observant amongst them will spot that the time and location of the meeting in question are actually on an electronic board directly in front of them as they walk in. You hardly need to be there at all. If you're lucky, the meeting or meetings will finish relatively quickly, although more typically the sound of their own voices proves just too damned attractive and the meetings will go on for hours. The latest (so far) that I've managed to leave is 11.45pm, which is not a record I hope to see challenged any time soon.
Generally I'll spend about 50 per cent of the time reading a book (78 Degrees Of Wisdom tonight) and the other 50 per cent killing lego zombies in Blockhead (see earlier blog Boxhead And Boredom). If I'm lucky, the verbose meeting attendees will leave me a cheese sandwich or two at the end of the evening, and perhaps even some orange juice.
And you know what the weirdest part is? I enjoy it. Someone is actually paying me to do this. Fantastic.
