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I've just realised that a week today, I'll have joined the mass populus of Cardiff in a.m. commutes to work on hot overcrowded buses and grumpy moods, and desperatley wishing it was friday not monday.
This is it Victoria, welcome to the rest of your life...
I'm sure it won't all be grim, but I have to wear buisness dress to work, which will falsely make me look like an adult, and I have a SALARY, not just weekly wages, which also technically makes me an adult. And a fucking council tax bill staring at me, which also reminds me I'm a student no longer... How do you all cope?
This is it Victoria, welcome to the rest of your life...
I'm sure it won't all be grim, but I have to wear buisness dress to work, which will falsely make me look like an adult, and I have a SALARY, not just weekly wages, which also technically makes me an adult. And a fucking council tax bill staring at me, which also reminds me I'm a student no longer... How do you all cope?