I give up...
Fine, I've given up, I shall update this... thing (I still maintain Facebook is sooooo much better).
1. I have a job, woo, working as a slave in an "Oh Shit" shop (otherwise known as a convenience store/off-license/corner shop thingy), I'm on minimum minimum wage, i.e. the development wage which I get until I'm 21 or was it 22? So I'm not earning enough to finance a field mouse and am splitting it into 3, one for university, one for Canada and the final one for spending (on what?) So yeah, what may have seemed a fairly ok amount has diminished into a pile of coins, about enough to buy a bar of chocolate. No shoes for me then.
2. I have insane parents, yes that really is the case. They are most beloved of my heart but they don't seem to know what on earth is going on, hence I don't either.
3. Everyone is worrying about everyone else, please stop, enough now, I do not need worrying about, Xander is fine, worrying does not help, help helps.
4. I have a boyfriend, that is all I shall say about that.
5. Yesterday was annoying customer and condescending pillock day at work, some people should learn manners (and how to read when it is cleanly stated that an extra plastic bag WILL cost you 5p, this is not a rule I have created just to be difficult, it's perfectly true and perfectly well founded, environment/competitive pricing/etc. needing an extra plastic bag just to carry a loaf of bread when it fitted perfectly fine in with the bottle of coca cola means you pay 5p for an extra, unnecessary bag; matters little to you, matters a lot to those who have to give a couple of hundred of the things away for free every day)
Ok, that's about it, save me from rude uneducated twats who have nothing better to do than insult someone who is trying to help and is following rules plainly stated on the wall behind them.
1. I have a job, woo, working as a slave in an "Oh Shit" shop (otherwise known as a convenience store/off-license/corner shop thingy), I'm on minimum minimum wage, i.e. the development wage which I get until I'm 21 or was it 22? So I'm not earning enough to finance a field mouse and am splitting it into 3, one for university, one for Canada and the final one for spending (on what?) So yeah, what may have seemed a fairly ok amount has diminished into a pile of coins, about enough to buy a bar of chocolate. No shoes for me then.
2. I have insane parents, yes that really is the case. They are most beloved of my heart but they don't seem to know what on earth is going on, hence I don't either.
3. Everyone is worrying about everyone else, please stop, enough now, I do not need worrying about, Xander is fine, worrying does not help, help helps.
4. I have a boyfriend, that is all I shall say about that.
5. Yesterday was annoying customer and condescending pillock day at work, some people should learn manners (and how to read when it is cleanly stated that an extra plastic bag WILL cost you 5p, this is not a rule I have created just to be difficult, it's perfectly true and perfectly well founded, environment/competitive pricing/etc. needing an extra plastic bag just to carry a loaf of bread when it fitted perfectly fine in with the bottle of coca cola means you pay 5p for an extra, unnecessary bag; matters little to you, matters a lot to those who have to give a couple of hundred of the things away for free every day)
Ok, that's about it, save me from rude uneducated twats who have nothing better to do than insult someone who is trying to help and is following rules plainly stated on the wall behind them.