All endeavour rendered futile…

this one loads didnt happen proper so i'll summarise:

• the counter at work is showing no phone calls answered (contrary to fact), hence the title
• im ill
• I've spoken to Claire. Once on the the phone (a call I made), and we bumped into eachother on the street. all was pleasant. We're meeting up for a drink next week

Other than that, this is my second day off work ill. only tommorrow to work then weekend. Woo Hoo!. I officially dont like my job now and am setting out to find something less customer orientated. im only staying for the money, which aint loads brilliant.

toodle pip