Post by Amos Patroclus Diggory on May 5, 2011 22:58:49 GMT 1
If Amos Diggory heard the words 'Settling in okay?' one more time he was going to stab himself in the eye with a quill. Despite the fact that his response was a smarmy smile in response along with a nod, Amos was not, in fact, settling in okay to his new job at the Ministry. In fact he was hating it. He had been initially quite wary when his father suggested getting a job in the Ministry. He had wanted to hold off after graduating from Hogwarts - enjoy a summer of doing nothing much in particular other than party and enjoy himself and play Quidditch, before starting his career as a star Keeper - first playing for his county team and eventually moving on to be star of the England Quidditch team. He had thought this was a rather realistic future plan.
But Mr. Diggory Snr didn't seem to agree, and perhaps to humour his son a little, used his limited influence to secure Amos an entry level position in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Whilst slightly impressed with the department at first, Amos was very reluctant. A life stuck in an office he was sure, was not for him. But with wanting to make up the money to move in with Nessa, and with.. everything else happening between them, and the possibility of becoming a dad frighteningly soon, Amos had a rare moment of sensibility and accepted the job offer. Not that he resented Nessa, quite the opposite. It was just that Amos felt suddenly out of his comfort zone. Working at a desk all day made him feel back at school, and he had never enjoyed the academic side of school very much. Although he knew the position was entry level, Amos still expected more glamour - at least a few celebrity Quidditch players strolling around. But no such luck.
Instead all he had done in his first week was what seemed like tons and tons of paperwork. He was beginning to think looking at so much paperwork was going to make him need specs, which was a horrifying prospect. His position was, unofficially, the assistant of an assistant of an assistant. And that was just as crap as it sounded. By the end of his days he usually began watching the higher-ups enviously. At least, if he had to be an office monkey, he wanted to be at the top of the office-monkeys, top of the department. He wanted to be the one handing out the smarmy 'Settling in okay?'s to the lackeys. But he doubted that was going to happen.. not this week anyway. Instead he was focusing on ticking and signing and sucking up and - thankfully - lunch! This had continued from Hogwarts in being his favourite part of the day. Today was no exception. In fact Thursday was cheeseburger and chips day. And Amos was taking a break from his monotonous paperwork and getting stuck in in the Ministry canteen - whilst trying not to get any ketchup on his Ministry of Magic robes. That probably wouldn't be making a very good first impression to his colleagues who he was currently watching 'casually' over his cheeseburger and a copy of the Quidditch magazine his Department published monthly.
But Mr. Diggory Snr didn't seem to agree, and perhaps to humour his son a little, used his limited influence to secure Amos an entry level position in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Whilst slightly impressed with the department at first, Amos was very reluctant. A life stuck in an office he was sure, was not for him. But with wanting to make up the money to move in with Nessa, and with.. everything else happening between them, and the possibility of becoming a dad frighteningly soon, Amos had a rare moment of sensibility and accepted the job offer. Not that he resented Nessa, quite the opposite. It was just that Amos felt suddenly out of his comfort zone. Working at a desk all day made him feel back at school, and he had never enjoyed the academic side of school very much. Although he knew the position was entry level, Amos still expected more glamour - at least a few celebrity Quidditch players strolling around. But no such luck.
Instead all he had done in his first week was what seemed like tons and tons of paperwork. He was beginning to think looking at so much paperwork was going to make him need specs, which was a horrifying prospect. His position was, unofficially, the assistant of an assistant of an assistant. And that was just as crap as it sounded. By the end of his days he usually began watching the higher-ups enviously. At least, if he had to be an office monkey, he wanted to be at the top of the office-monkeys, top of the department. He wanted to be the one handing out the smarmy 'Settling in okay?'s to the lackeys. But he doubted that was going to happen.. not this week anyway. Instead he was focusing on ticking and signing and sucking up and - thankfully - lunch! This had continued from Hogwarts in being his favourite part of the day. Today was no exception. In fact Thursday was cheeseburger and chips day. And Amos was taking a break from his monotonous paperwork and getting stuck in in the Ministry canteen - whilst trying not to get any ketchup on his Ministry of Magic robes. That probably wouldn't be making a very good first impression to his colleagues who he was currently watching 'casually' over his cheeseburger and a copy of the Quidditch magazine his Department published monthly.