Fed up...
Okay...it's one thing not getting a job you actually wanted because there were people with more experience, but another to not get a job at a temporary ice rink for Christmas...goodness knows who they've actually employed, but I have six years of Christmas retail experience dealing with shitty customers, plus I've been a supervisor, and although my Boots boss wasn't that wild about me (though he wasn't that wild about anyone if you weren't Asian...oh no she didn't...oh yes I did, and it's true), my Bon Marche boss fucking loved me, so I can't be that awful.
I might move back to Liverpool and go back to Bon Marche, at least they liked me there.
At least little old AQA is keeping me going, though I probably would have finished my dissertation by now if it weren't for that distraction...on that note, I am going to go write 800 words before CSI.
Grump.
I might move back to Liverpool and go back to Bon Marche, at least they liked me there.
At least little old AQA is keeping me going, though I probably would have finished my dissertation by now if it weren't for that distraction...on that note, I am going to go write 800 words before CSI.
Grump.