And so it begins...

...It is a new year, yet things seem strangely similar.

It's slightly grim today, but a number of people are still not back from Christmas so at least it's nice and quiet and could certainly be worse.

I have contacted a number of recruitment agencies since I have been back (I blitzed them yesterday) and a couple already want me to pop in to talk about what I am looking for. My answer at the moment is easy, "anything, really, so long as it's not reception!" I think by the end of this week I should have a good number of appointments set up - here's hoping anyway.

In this current, lovely office though, the Christmas tree has been taken and the cards are gone, so the last remaining reminder that we have had a Christmas break has disappeared. The only distinguishing change is that we now have to write 2006 on our letters instead of 2005... Although this doesn't exactly effect me directly - seeing as I don't ever send any!

I have a great book in my bag - one which my brother got me for Christmas, and I'm desperate to get it out to read another chapter or so. I tried to read it in the kitchen at lunch today. I thought I was over my phobia of spending my hour in there, I had to - particularly now that it is so cold, but I was constantly interrupted my people enquiring about how I spent my Christmas and New Year. Nice of them to ask I suppose, but they don't really want to know so I don't know why they bother.. And I don't really want to tell them so I don't know why I bother either. I could have just made a sign and held it up every time I heard footsteps coming my way:

"Christmas was nice thanks,
New Years was lovely,
It's a bit depressing being back at work isn't it?"

I could even draw on a strained smile like the one I was forced to wear for the hour I was in there...

Anyway, I'm sure you'll be glad to know that everyone here seemed to have a nice break... I'm sure I was glad - for the first ten people at least!