Turning it around

It may come as a surprise to all that I do actually have some good qualities dotted about. Like the fact that a couple weeks ago I was bemoaning my unemployed, single, living-at-home, car-less status and, having decided I needed to stop being a whining loser*, two weeks later I don't just have A car, I have THE car, I don't just have A job, I have... No. Actually, I do just have 'a job'. A call centre job to be exact (a refuge for all those individuals recently cast out into the big wide world from university). A call centre job for a temp agency if we are going to be extremely pedantic about it. So no, this isn't THE job but it's a job that pays which is all I really need for the moment... until as such time as I can start getting money for just being awesome (I'm not sure why that doesn't happen already). Still might be single, yes, and might just be possibly still living at home but let's gloss over those facts for the time being. Give me another two weeks and I'm sure I'll have that sorted as well (or, and more likely, won't. But when you're driving round a cool as fuck car things like that don't seem as important).

As it was the first day we had to do the 'introductions' bit. Twenty or so of us have all started at same time which made things a lot less stressful as I didn't have to try and fit in with an already established group. This is good as 'fitting in' is not one of one strong points. However, having said my hobbies were 'reading, writing, painting, and being obsessed with music' I was immediately labeled as 'the creative one'. I shit you not. 'The creative one' is a mere step away from being classified as 'the wacky one'. This is not something I want to happen. Everyone should, by now I would hope, be aware of my disdain for all things identified as 'wacky'. I am eager, and at the same time apprehensive, to see how this little character trait being imposed upon me will affect my attitude and demeanor as the weeks go on. If I start wearing floppy hats with fabric flowers on them (ala Blossom, the ultimate in the great 'is she creative/wacky or wacky/creative?' debate), then you have my permission to come hunt me down and shoot me in the head. It would be the kindest thing for us all.

*Although that is part of my 'quirky charm