"W hen the publication of my book in 1926, the editor pointed out to me that to resist my own recipes and remain stubbornly alive . . . could seriously jeopardize the publication of my book. So, I had to prepare my own suicide carefully . . . I tied a rope to a tree, leaning over a cliff above the Dordogne. I loaded a revolver. I procured a potent poison. Then, in the presence of the press, I passed the rope around my neck, swallowed the poison, and jumped into the void firing a revolver in the right temple. I thought to put all chances of my side. I had not expected that the shock would divert the blow, the bullet cut the rope that I would fall in the Dordogne, a trout fisherman take me back to shore; this half-drowning finally make me vomit the poison. You could not do better in terms of failed suicide. Fortunately, it was a highly dramatic failure, as my editor, the press and public opinion kept me from trying again. "
It's going fairly well. Hardest thing has to be getting used to the Aussie accent. People who call mumble so badly and I have to ask a few times for their name/what it is regarding and then they get upset with me. If I don't though the partners get pissed that I didn't get all the info.
Otherwise good. Boring, repetative, lot's of down time when the phones don't ring, etc.
The way the office is set up I sit away from the cubicles and partner's offices so I'm all alone. I can quite literally scratch my ass and pick my nose and no one will notice.
Would they frown upon you bringing in your own laptop?