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| November 27 2001 Tuesday The boss at the travel agency told me to make the tea again. I told him I'd already had plenty of work experience at making tea and asked him when I was going to do some travel agenting. He asked me if I was computer literate. I told him that not only was I literate but that I wrote my own diary web pages every day and published them on my Uncle Terry's website, www.razza.fsnet.co.uk. Perhaps I shouldn't have done this because he logged on to it and saw that yesterday I called him a bit of a twat, which didn't go down very well at all. Anyway he told me that for the rest of the day I should sit beside one of his trained staff and observe him carrying out his duties as a skilled travel agent. This seemed to consist of chatting up the blonde bit working next to him, phoning up the bookies every half-an-hour, and pushing the travel agency's own grossly inflated travel insurance. As I haven't any money to back horses, and I'm not interested in blonde bits of rough or insurance, I don't think what I learned is going to be too much good to me. |