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Aug. 29th, 2006 04:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolIt is two days until I quit work.
Thank fuck for that.
And because I am unusually sadistic, or masochistic, or maybe both, I am going out tonight and fighting the urge inside that says "GO TO BED NOW YOU ARE SO TIRED IT'S NOT FUNNY." Because, you see, I only have another three weeks of pub quiz left, and it makes sense to go and spend my time answering moronic questions.
Ahem.
Tomorrow I have to train up my replacement, and I'm actually really nervous. I am so not capable of training someone to do a job that I myself am pants at. OH WELL I AM LEAVING YOU SEE AHAHA.
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I have really bad itchy feet. Not literally, obviously, but I have suh an urge to just pack everything up and go and do something strange for a few days. For some reason, I have a particular urge to go to a rubbish seaside town for a day, and be cheesy. Scarborough and Brighton both sound appealing, and that should probably tell you have odd I'm feeling right now. I just want something to change. I'm getting my hair cut next week if I have to have a go with the scissors myself, because it's too long, and then I might dye it something odd for a while. Maybe I'll get a new piercing, or even that tattoo, or maybe I'll take them all out. I don't know, but God, I'll be glad when I can get out in less-than-three-weeks-now and do up my room and my bit of the kitchen and generally get a chance for something to change.
As I said. Itchy feet and an urge to do something new.
Instead, I'll go to the same pub I always do, but at least it'll be something vaguely different. Basically, I'm painfully bored. If someone wants to come and whisk me away to somewhere exotic, or somewhere that isn't this utter hole of a corner of a country, then now is the time to do it.
~Hathy_Col~
Thank fuck for that.
And because I am unusually sadistic, or masochistic, or maybe both, I am going out tonight and fighting the urge inside that says "GO TO BED NOW YOU ARE SO TIRED IT'S NOT FUNNY." Because, you see, I only have another three weeks of pub quiz left, and it makes sense to go and spend my time answering moronic questions.
Ahem.
Tomorrow I have to train up my replacement, and I'm actually really nervous. I am so not capable of training someone to do a job that I myself am pants at. OH WELL I AM LEAVING YOU SEE AHAHA.
...
I have really bad itchy feet. Not literally, obviously, but I have suh an urge to just pack everything up and go and do something strange for a few days. For some reason, I have a particular urge to go to a rubbish seaside town for a day, and be cheesy. Scarborough and Brighton both sound appealing, and that should probably tell you have odd I'm feeling right now. I just want something to change. I'm getting my hair cut next week if I have to have a go with the scissors myself, because it's too long, and then I might dye it something odd for a while. Maybe I'll get a new piercing, or even that tattoo, or maybe I'll take them all out. I don't know, but God, I'll be glad when I can get out in less-than-three-weeks-now and do up my room and my bit of the kitchen and generally get a chance for something to change.
As I said. Itchy feet and an urge to do something new.
Instead, I'll go to the same pub I always do, but at least it'll be something vaguely different. Basically, I'm painfully bored. If someone wants to come and whisk me away to somewhere exotic, or somewhere that isn't this utter hole of a corner of a country, then now is the time to do it.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-08-29 08:09 pm (UTC)