I’m going into my work placement for 10, stay there til about 3. Go and have a (freeeeee) pre-work coffee. Start work at 4, work until 8.30 (nice short shift). Come home and read something for my essay.
P.S. I have a new pet peeve (uh-huh, another one): people who live at home complaining about how little money they have. Yeh, you might be ‘too poor’ at that moment to buy the over-priced shit from Topshop that you would like, but you will get pocket money, or an ‘allowance’ as it seems to be called when you are a really too old to be getting pocket money, to spend to your hearts content. I have rent, leccy, internet and water bills to pay. I work 16 hours a week, as well as being a full time postgraduate (don’t even ask how much the course costs), as well as doing 8 hours a week unpaid internship. I am on an extended overdraft, in masses of debt to my family/boyfriend. I haven’t bought clothes in god knows how long… So, in conclusion, shaddup.
This has been a self-indulgent and grumpy post.
