The Ballad of Claire & Toby

The last few nights at work have been a blast. Claire - my ‘buddy’ - turns out to be a maniacal, disillusioned Goth with an unfinished degree in engineering and a weekend taste for Ecstacy. We get on like a house on fire. (But without the flames and peeling paint, obviously.) Having spent most of this year wallowing in my own bedroom and dealing with my demonic mother I was understandably nervous about working again. Now I wish I’d done it months ago. It helps when you have no responsibility, and an end-date for your employment so you know it doesn’t really matter what you do while you’re there.. It also helps working with someone whose only goal at work is to do as little as possible while earning money to fuel her recreational drug habit.
I think she could turn out to be a great influence.

On a different, but connected, note - Toby came to see me at work tonight. He looked awful. He told me he misses Hannah and wondered if I’d pass on a letter to her? I said ‘Yes’ to get rid of him, then me and Claire had fun reading it during our lunch break. If he really thought I’d try and help him get back in my sisters affections he must have seriously misunderstood me in the two occasions we met. I’d sooner have my kidneys shallow-fried in amaretto and force-fed back into my body through a tube than ever see his smelly, unwashed body in my house again.

Time for a fry-up, then bed..

RC 20-11-08
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