Work
I’ve been working at the Royal Mail sorting office for the last week. I can’t remember writing in here that I got the job, but anyway I’ve been working. My job entails picking up a load of letters, putting them on a trolley and putting them down on a table for people to sort. Basically I walk around for 8 hours a day. I’m sure the French Foreign Legion makes their soldiers do 8 hour marches as punishment. I’ll probably only be there another week or 2 because I’m only there to help out over Christmas. The people there all seem pretty friendly although some of the people on the table I put the mail on have a habit of putting gangsta rap on the stereo all day. I swear if I hear another minute of Fiddy Cent I’m gonna go on a killing spree. I remembered today that I have a CD player just as I was about to go insane from the repetitive shit that they were playing so I was saved by Adie’s J-rock.
I got some riding boots through the post today that I ordered a little while ago. They're for an outfit I've been planning for ages.
I’m still waiting on a load of other stuff for the outfit. I’ve bought almost all the stuff I need and it’s gonna be fucking awesome once I’ve got it all. I'll post pics when it's all sorted.
I'm getting a J-rock haircut once I've been paid.
I think that's it.
I got some riding boots through the post today that I ordered a little while ago. They're for an outfit I've been planning for ages.
I’m still waiting on a load of other stuff for the outfit. I’ve bought almost all the stuff I need and it’s gonna be fucking awesome once I’ve got it all. I'll post pics when it's all sorted.
I'm getting a J-rock haircut once I've been paid.
I think that's it.