31st May, 2017.
Right …
That’s that done …
Hmmm …
I supposed I’d better tell you what I’m talking about, hadn’t I … ?
Jus in case you’re not one of my regular readers, my name’s Paul, I work in a call centre in Chelmsford — we take calls for social landlord tenants who need emergency repairs — and live in Brentwood.
I’m an ex-pub-quiz-master who writes the hopefully entertainingly Daily Teaser.
I’m someone getting annoyed by the amount of calls from the kind of call centres telling me I’m entitled to a PPI compensation, or compensation for an accident I had, or that I’ve won a Morrison’s voucher.
I’ve had about five, already, today.
With one or two? I’ve answered the phone, but just not talked to them. They get bored and hang up.
But I’m thinking I should get a football referee’s whistle. I’ve had half a dozen calls like that: one of them is going to get a headache …
At ANY rate … ?
At any rate, one thing I do, when I have time off — along with sweeping, laundry and washing up — is catching a film, or a TV show.
Tonight?
Tonight was a TV show.
Tonight was the last two episodes of series two of Mr Robot.
And yes: the techno-geeky that’s my current fave?
And ended on another tense note.
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