Giving up on the Day Job.
Nominated for Post of the Day "Don't be afraid to get stuck in and have a bit of a play to get a feel for how user-friendly they are, will you?" I asked/demanded/kindly but firmly instructed the man fiddling with the laptops in the multimedia section of the store. He looked me up and down, his eyes wide, and licked his lips. "Well I don't mind if I do," he said. I often wonder, after a day like today, exactly why I decided to apply- and upon receiving, take- a job in a toyshop. There are a lot of perverts in toyshops. An uncanny amount. I suppose the magic of 'toys in their millions... all under one roof... ' and the promise of actually being able to afford my monthly rent was what tipped the balance. I rather enjoy cold baked beans straight from the tin, but not if it is my only culinary option. However, being 'hit on' by a boy who works in damp-proofing ("I bet you don't know what that is, do you?" he asked me. "Urm,