All change

I spent Tuesday licking my wounds after what I guess was a sacking. Poor Donna phoned in floods of tears at my removal and has confirmed that Pam is a good friend of her mum's, so that's one little mystery sorted. And do I care? No! The poisonous bitches have done me a favour because now I've got an even better job.

I'm back across town working for a TV company. It's a two week assignment with the possibility of longer. The last receptionist went to go travelling and everyone's so busy they didn't have time to recruit a new one. I can see why- the last one was so shit she probably spent her last month frantically trying to cover up some of the mess she'd made and by the wrinkles on her supervisor's face, she wasn't entirely successful. Yet again I'm sharing reception duties but this time it's OK because like me she's a temp. I reckon I could be in for a long haul because Kerenza (yes, that's her name) has been here for three months and is loving it. Famous-ish people have been trooping through the doors at a rate of knots since I started yesterday, which excites Kez no end. She's your typical slavish Heat reader who gobbles up every bit of celebrity gossip she can. She spent half an hour yesterday extolling the virtues of Paris Hilton's new single and when a middle aged D list TV presenter asked her is she could call him a taxi she practically slipped into a diabetic coma so I see \i'll have to watch her . She's harmless, though.

The thing about TV people- the guys especially- is that they're really full of themselves. For some reason, TV still has some glamour attached to it even though in London every other person you meet a party is "in TV" or "putting money together for a film". I've already had someone over giving it the big flirt technique- asking my name, if I know anybody here already, telling me we'll catch up later. Sounds harmless enough I know but he must have touched his crotch a hundred times and he was leaning so far over my desk I could smell in minute detail what he's had for lunch and what washing powder he used. Usually in the first few days I lap this up and encourage it but I've had a hard week, there's a lot to sort out thanks to the inept young lady here before me and I'm not on the market anyway so I just nodded for a bit and then went back to my work while he was mid sentence.

The offices are super modern, the telephone systems fully functional, chair is less than a year old, desk space is huge, air con is on and delivery men are suitably reverent. I think I'm going to like it here.