I should keep you posted on the Stupid Things I’ve managed to do in my new job. There is quite a comprehensive list.
Every time I have a new job there is always a phase where you do a lot of Stupid Things. It started at my first job at KFC where the boss asked me to scrub the floors and there I was on my hands and knees with this pissy little scrubbing brush that may as well have been a toothbrush, trying to blast away 27 levels of chicken grease. The boss stood over me and cackled for a full ten minutes before showing me where the big broom-like scrubbers were. I was 15, so I can blame that on youth.
But almost ten years later I am running out of excuses. Yesterday I had to print off 150 copies of a newsletter I’d made and I was rather smug about how sexy it looked. I didn’t realise til the bloody thing had been distributed that I’d printed off my draft copy, the one where the contact details said Call Mr. Blah on 123 456 for further information.