The nice bloke in the newsagent at Kilburn station, who's been been starting my day with a smile for... longer than I care to remember, told me yesterday he's leaving. He's been there ten years, he said, and he's been fun and friendly all that time. And always knows what I want to buy: but then I buy the Guardian every day, and the Economist, Ham and High and JC on a friday, so it's not that hard. I don't suppose there's huge career progression working in a shop - he's off to train as a driving instructor, fancies being self-employed.
After the week I've had (and it's only Wednesday, I know), I wouldn't recommend it: clients changing their mind, going back on what we agreed, suppliers late on deliveries (as we speak, I have a hundred thousand brochures somewhere in the UK, that are supposed to be in Colchester this morning).
Some people say weblogs are full of dull crap, but I think it's the little human details that count.
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