Call Boy

On friday I started up my new Job, fund through Dorian (thanks again).

It´s my first seated job, I´ve got to phone up to Italian videogame stores, and ask over the best sold games of the month for each console.
I was quite proud of my 11 filled up statistics ( in 5 hrs), I learned in 15mins how to use the program, and in 25 all the shortcuts I can use whitout feeling guilty about.
The office is cool and bright full of young people, sadly I´m a bit isolated from the other cubicles, I work in a back office whit the only PC whit internet connection ( new comer privilege I guess).
My boss is a walking stereotipe, he´s the perfect super dinamic young manager, smiling like a steward, and speaking faster than a train, his eyes are strangely round and close to his nose giving his nordic lineaments a bird like connotation (my father said that they aim at the target, suggesting his appartenence to an evolved menagement race).
Although this Job is somewhat of a coincidence, and at the lowest level of his type I have a strange feeling of accomplishment getting out from the office in the surreal lights of the Hafen city, whit his brand new Buildings and huge Building sites.
To survive in such a job (not to bore my socks off) I just need to learn the programs that I´m using, get skilled and diversify my job, hopefully they are going to use me for surveys in the UK.
But the priority is always the german language, gotta do my homeworks...