Hmm… Now I have a sudden image of Donkey from the Shrek films, singing his little heart out…

But anyway
I got a phonecall from the restaurant I used to work at, before my latest relapse. They needed some info, which needless to say, I didn’t appear to have. But when I called them back they’ve got a new phone system in, they’ve got a new till system… Things are moving along at rapid pace… Everything is still a bit temperamental, but it’s still moving along…

I feel strangely left out. Even though I don’t work there any more and haven’t for almost 18 months, I still have to remind myself that I’m not part of it any more.

It seems so strange.

I’m not sure which is worse, the fact that after 18 months I still have to remind myself that I don’t work there any more, or the fact that I actually get so excited when they ring wanting something.

:sigh:

But then, I was just working out the last telephone call I had was back in May… So maybe it’s just the fact that I get to speak to another living human being that’s so exciting.

Gerbils are all well and good, but they aren’t much in the conversational department :-p