I did not just read that.... I did not just read that.... I did not just read that... *repeat to self*
by Christ, I hope you're okay. I've heard that fat ladies (but not me) have worms implanted in order to loose weight (not suggesting that's you either.... oooh, bleedin hell i hope you can deal with the emotions of this okay)
Well a certain shop called Next is now giving me an interview to work in the stockroom away from the customers. I'm glad because I can get away from THE STAFF, nevermind the bloody customers!
Why even give me an interview for the job though??? I'm bloody working for Next! it'll probably end with me getting it because I'm working for their firm! It makes no sense....
They've cut my hours down to 4 a week.....How can anyone possibly live on 4 hours worth of work??? 1 hour is already spent on the bus bloody getting there! Honestly, it's a joke working there!
No luck from ASDA (....yet....) as I'm sure they are going through thousands of CVs and online applications for the 8 jobs available...
My guitarist has decided to either take a vow of silence and say nothing to me or done a runner, in which case I am very upset about.....Please Please Please, Johnny Marr knock on my door!