I was dreading having to tell everyone at work I’d been unsuccessful for the role of Danny Zuko. They were always so supportive of my singing and I felt as if I’d let them all down. I thought I’d tell Jess first, but as soon as she came in she said “Tough tits, Foggy, better luck next time.” Facebook - of course! I hadn’t looked at it for almost a whole day. Jess told me that someone had posted my performance of Summer Nights on there last night, which was really kind of them. I was desperate to have a look but there were calls queuing and Kate was on the prowl. As I answered a call, I saw her scoop something up from George’s desk and hurl it into the food waste bin. I couldn’t see what it was but it made quite a clunk. Kate was always tidying up the department.
My customer wanted a quote for his Datsun so I started to go through all the usual questions with him as I
watched George and Lucy came back from their morning meeting. At first I thought she’d been crying again as her eyes were all watery but then I realised she was laughing – it was great to see her looking so happy! George seemed to be doing an impression of a chicken; he was flapping his arms and strutting about, obviously doing his best to cheer Lucy up. I thought I heard him sing “tell me more, tell me more!” but it was a bit difficult to hear properly as my customer had raised his voice.“Why do you want to know if I’ve
got any speeding convictions? What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Well, your premium will be higher if you’ve got points on your driving licence.” I thought everyone knew
that.
“My driving licence?” There was a short silence. “I said I wanted a quote for my DASCHUND you cloth-eared moron! What the f-“
I winced as he launched into a volley of obscenities. Honestly, there was no need for that. I looked around at
the team and they all seemed to be laughing along with George and Lucy; trust me to miss out on all the fun! George stopped larking about when he reached his desk; his face fell and he suddenly looked very serious. “Where’s my phone?”
It was lunchtime before I managed to log into Facebook. Oh my God! My performances had received two
hundred and seventeen likes! That was amazing; thank goodness for friends – I felt enormously cheered after the disappointment of losing out on the Danny Zuko role. I scrolled down the list to see if Lucy had liked it – she had! What a sweet girl. There were forty-three comments too, but I didn’t have time to read them all, as I needed to get to the bank to arrange an overdraft. I’d save the pleasure of reading everyone’s comments until I got home but I had a quick peek at the first one. It was from my mate Barry Lund and he’d written “I feel like
chicken tonight!” That was odd, but then he’d probably been at the white spirit again.
My customer wanted a quote for his Datsun so I started to go through all the usual questions with him as I
watched George and Lucy came back from their morning meeting. At first I thought she’d been crying again as her eyes were all watery but then I realised she was laughing – it was great to see her looking so happy! George seemed to be doing an impression of a chicken; he was flapping his arms and strutting about, obviously doing his best to cheer Lucy up. I thought I heard him sing “tell me more, tell me more!” but it was a bit difficult to hear properly as my customer had raised his voice.“Why do you want to know if I’ve
got any speeding convictions? What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Well, your premium will be higher if you’ve got points on your driving licence.” I thought everyone knew
that.
“My driving licence?” There was a short silence. “I said I wanted a quote for my DASCHUND you cloth-eared moron! What the f-“
I winced as he launched into a volley of obscenities. Honestly, there was no need for that. I looked around at
the team and they all seemed to be laughing along with George and Lucy; trust me to miss out on all the fun! George stopped larking about when he reached his desk; his face fell and he suddenly looked very serious. “Where’s my phone?”
It was lunchtime before I managed to log into Facebook. Oh my God! My performances had received two
hundred and seventeen likes! That was amazing; thank goodness for friends – I felt enormously cheered after the disappointment of losing out on the Danny Zuko role. I scrolled down the list to see if Lucy had liked it – she had! What a sweet girl. There were forty-three comments too, but I didn’t have time to read them all, as I needed to get to the bank to arrange an overdraft. I’d save the pleasure of reading everyone’s comments until I got home but I had a quick peek at the first one. It was from my mate Barry Lund and he’d written “I feel like
chicken tonight!” That was odd, but then he’d probably been at the white spirit again.
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