The diary of a data input clerk by Tracey A Gilbert
Monday
Hello, readers: another week starts. Today I got moved to the third floor where all the senior input clerks sit. I’m going up in the world. I just need to keep up last week's pace. My desk buddy is Jenny; she’s 5ft1 and thinks she looks like Kylie.Tuesd_y
My _ key is stuck. It w_s ok_y when I left last night. I wonder whether it’s s_bot_ge. The se_ts on this floor _re coveted _nd I’ve m_de the le_p up here in record time. Freddie from IT c_me to help, but he couldn’t get it to work even _fter he turned my keybo_rd upside down nd shook it. He gets p_id _ lot of money to sh_ke equipment.
They’re getting me _ new keybo_rd, but d_m_ge h_s been done to my c_ll record.. I’m not sure Mr B_m from Winchester will like being Mr Bum.Wednesday
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
New keyboard arrived. They took an hour to fit it. I had smoke coming out of my fingers trying to catch up.
Jenny and the rest of the girls on the desk went to the new sushi bar for lunch. I’m not really into raw fish, but they say it's low calorie if you don’t eat the rice. It's probably not as dangerous as raw chicken, but I don’t see how it can do you any good. I’d rather be curvy than sick. That isn’t a bad thought: just self preservation.Thursday
The smokers got moved from outside the reception window. The flat roof and the fence mean it’s an enclosed space. Everyone watched the commotion. I raced ahead with inputting.
There are some consultants in today with John Harris, our boss. The gossip is that they are looking at automating data input and we’ll be out of jobs. Tonight’s prayers will include the human spirit's winning over technology.Friday
John found out about Mr Bum and the others. He said he admired my competitive spirit but that I had a lot to learn about customer service. He’s sending me back to the second floor for a week to help me focus. Jenny smiled as I packed up my things. I stared back at her and gave her a full on mean stare.
