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No luck yet with getting hold of the house people, even knocking on their front door had no joy. I very much think that's £450 pissed down the pan. On the plus side though, job prospects looking good at the Envy nightclub in Camberley for bar work. If can can weasel my way in it'll be a welcome change of pace from being surrounded by chain smoking and bitter old people at Ladbrokes.
I've developed an irrational fear of old people over the last few months. I used to love them, listening to old war stories, being given pound coins or sweets when they came to visit. Now though, being surrounded by them all day, being talked at for hours on end about warts, doctor visits, how they just missed out on the big one,'not taking any lip from bloody foreigners', how everything 'shouldn't be allowed', letters of complaint to the BBC, the latest coach trip to Longleat where they had lovely fish and chips and so on just makes me want to run far away, where their stubby and withered little legs can't catch me. It's horrible to say that, I know, but I can't relate to anything they tell me and they don't let you get a word in edgeways anyway. Admittedly, most of the people you get in betting shops are the people who read the Daily Mail, so I'm sure most normal old people aren't like that. Still, the very sight of liver spots and wrinkled skin makes me break out in a cold sweat. I have to find some kind of job where I'm surrounded by people my own age. I'm too young to die of repeated exposure to the elderly.
I've developed an irrational fear of old people over the last few months. I used to love them, listening to old war stories, being given pound coins or sweets when they came to visit. Now though, being surrounded by them all day, being talked at for hours on end about warts, doctor visits, how they just missed out on the big one,'not taking any lip from bloody foreigners', how everything 'shouldn't be allowed', letters of complaint to the BBC, the latest coach trip to Longleat where they had lovely fish and chips and so on just makes me want to run far away, where their stubby and withered little legs can't catch me. It's horrible to say that, I know, but I can't relate to anything they tell me and they don't let you get a word in edgeways anyway. Admittedly, most of the people you get in betting shops are the people who read the Daily Mail, so I'm sure most normal old people aren't like that. Still, the very sight of liver spots and wrinkled skin makes me break out in a cold sweat. I have to find some kind of job where I'm surrounded by people my own age. I'm too young to die of repeated exposure to the elderly.