Gud, jag blir halvt illamående bara jag läser detta. Hur kunde jag vara så dum i huvudet att jag ens lade vikt i att träffa Andrew snarare än att ha ett jobb? Och HUR kunde jag skriva att bararbete eller säljpersonalsarbete var ”crappier jobs”? Nog för att det kanske känns så gentemot andra jobb, men allvarligt.
Jag önskar att jag i detta läget hade svalt stoltheten och bett att få låna lite grann av mina föräldrar.
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I worked in the shoe shop today. I’m working there at least three more days in the near future, and it bloody sucks.
I didn’t get the job I was interviewed for and all that. Which bothers me, as I’ve honestly got NO money (Biba had to give me £10 today so I can actually get into work tomorrow) but in a way I’m almost relieved, because the hours were crappy and they’d mean I wouldn’t get to see Andrew a whole lot at all. So, I’ll keep looking and keep working in the shoe shop, I suppose.
It’s just so boring I want to throw up. Actually, I almost did throw up today when I choked badly on water. Ew.
Don’t know if I should start looking for crappier jobs now, e.g barmaid/sales assistant things. I suppose so.
Andrew cooked me pancakes when I got home though. Which was lovely. Mmm.
Stories from the city, stories from the sea 