I was fired.
I worked on a bank holiday. For one day. And she says when I am leaving her house at 4 o'clock - "you've done a good job, I'll see you tomorrow."
I go out with my great friend ford_prefect6 after work, to dissect and have dinner, and go to see a film, and on my way to dinner, my dad rings. "The dog lady just rang," He says, "She told me to tell you not to come in again, and she'll send you your wages." Thats it. One day's work, £40 quid. And "Don't Come Back."
SHE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE ME A F***ING CHANCE. BITCA.
Oh and one of the dogs (sweet things, love 'em) bit me. I have a developing bruise on my right hand. It hurts.