Lights are bright,
Pianos making music all the night,
And they pour champagne
Just like it was rain.
Its a sight to see,
But I wonder what became of me.

Crowds go by,
That merry-making laughter in their eyes,
And the laughter's fine
But I wonder what became of mine.

Life's sweet as honey,
And yet its funny,
I get a feeling that I can't analyse.
It's like, well maybe,
Like when a baby
Sees a bubble burst before its eyes.

Oh I've had my flings,
I've been around and seen most everything.
But I can't be gay,
For along the way
Something went astray,
And I can't explain,
Its the same champagne,
Its a sight to see,
But I wonder what became of me.

lyric by E."Yip" Harburg

That's the song I was thinking of when I named this. Guess I wasn't thinking too clearly cos I didn't exactly quote it very accurately.
There was going to be a sub-title too - along the lines of "Or - How Did I Wind Up In A Call-Centre?"
How indeed. This was meant to be a fill-in job, just to keep me fed, clothed and sheltered until I found a "real" job.That was 6 1/2 years ago. Sad really, for quite a while there this was possibly the best job I'd ever had, interesting, exciting new company, treated you well, and an amazingly great bunch of people to work with.Some of the people are still great........ 'Nuff said.

First post and I know I picked a bit of a depressing title for the page (I had to think fast) but I didn't (don't) intend this to be depressing, but as things turn out the first thing that's come up that I feel like mentioning is someting that's just happend and makes me feel a bit sad. (And yeah, I know, I write long sentences, there'll be worse ones comng I'm sure.)
One of my best friends is one of the things that keeps me sane. I guess that's one of the things best friends do. His emails throughout the day at work keep me going . Getting drunk together far too quickly on white wine while watching Spanish and Thai movies or picking the Eurovision clips to pieces - highlights of the weekend. Swapping DVDs, travelling together - being dragged through teh outlet stores in Hawaii, or dragging him through the bars in Bangkok - giving me the only nick-name I've ever allowed , spoiling my dog with Cheezels and biscuit bones when he comes over for champagne cocktails- love him for all of it.
Now I know it desn't mean all of that is going to stop, but he emailed me at work yesterday to tell me his work is moving him the Sydney. 1,000 km away. I felt like someone close to me had died. Then I just wanted to abuse him for deserting me. Now I realise I'm just going to miss not having him around. Going to miss that terribly.