I have a job. Say hello to the undercover psychologist extraordinaire of Sainsbury's, Hornchurch. I got the admin position I was after, so I'll allow myself to feel smug for a day or two. No shelf-stacking for me, Dave. I get to play the paperwork game ( Read more... )

Spent the last couple of days moping around, more so than usual. I've just been strolling around parks and things. Sitting on the swings in a frown and a trenchcoat. It's all very film noir. I'm convinced that Exeter aren't going to accept me. I've read, drafted, re-read and re-drafted my personal statement, and I wouldn't accept me if I was an ( Read more... )

A person remains conscious for eight seconds after being decapitated.

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I still have not got that call back from that job interview. This probably means I did not get it. This makes me nervous. If it turns out that I am right, it will make me sad.

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