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I came home from work last night feeling miserable as sin. I had been running a fever for about twenty-four hours and had spent an eight hour shift lugging clothes about for the winter launch and sneezing on customers. I am what I believe is referred to as 'rotton with cold'. I felt sweaty and ill and crappy and plonked myself in front of the telly to watch Masterchef. Whilst eating cheese of toast.
This, ladies and gentlemen, in currently my life. I cannot wait to be in a normal job.
Anyway, I have the net three days off and am refusing overtime. (The phrase 'not my problem' springs to mind.) I'm catching up with The Sarah-Jane Smith Adventures, and I'm just watching the first part of 'The Mad Woman In The Attic'. I am amused and horrified to discover that Rani is wearing a top from Fat Face that I had as part of my uniform allowance for about six months. It was the bad time when everything was pink and flowery and I bunged it in fo charity ASAP. It was nice and everything, but as anyone who has ever met me will agree, it isn't really my colour.
(I hope the BBC got it in sale over the summer, I do hope they're not using the BBC budget on £45 tops!)
YOU SEE I CANNOT ESCAPE THE PLACE EVEN WHEN I TRY.
Today I went to see a car, and have put in an offer for it. I am going to buy it tomorrow. It's exciting, and a good little car, but it's a fair bit more than I wanted to pay. Still, I have a fair whack of savings, and it's payday next week, and I have done more overtime than you can shake a stick at this month, and I'll be earning a decent wage after that so by my reckoning I should be happy and good and still be able to afford Christmas. Hurrah for living with my parents and not having large overheads for a while...
This, ladies and gentlemen, in currently my life. I cannot wait to be in a normal job.
Anyway, I have the net three days off and am refusing overtime. (The phrase 'not my problem' springs to mind.) I'm catching up with The Sarah-Jane Smith Adventures, and I'm just watching the first part of 'The Mad Woman In The Attic'. I am amused and horrified to discover that Rani is wearing a top from Fat Face that I had as part of my uniform allowance for about six months. It was the bad time when everything was pink and flowery and I bunged it in fo charity ASAP. It was nice and everything, but as anyone who has ever met me will agree, it isn't really my colour.
(I hope the BBC got it in sale over the summer, I do hope they're not using the BBC budget on £45 tops!)
YOU SEE I CANNOT ESCAPE THE PLACE EVEN WHEN I TRY.
Today I went to see a car, and have put in an offer for it. I am going to buy it tomorrow. It's exciting, and a good little car, but it's a fair bit more than I wanted to pay. Still, I have a fair whack of savings, and it's payday next week, and I have done more overtime than you can shake a stick at this month, and I'll be earning a decent wage after that so by my reckoning I should be happy and good and still be able to afford Christmas. Hurrah for living with my parents and not having large overheads for a while...