Betcha thought I'd run away?

I haven't died, or run away, I've just been stuck in a bastarding rubbish job for the past 5 days.

God it was awful.

And I've already given up...I'm not proud of that fact in the slightest.

It was a telesales job and I just wasn't cut out for it to be honest. Sitting at that desk for 8 hours a day under fluro lights with bright sunshine streaming into my eyes...well that equals a nast combination of boredom, bad backache (for an 18yrold!!!!) and nasty migraines. Not to mention the fact that with all this energy saving going on...why were the lights on?!

Nah, I couldn't hack constantly calling people, then calling them back to check they were sure. Then calling a couple of hours later with a new offer and all that.

I need money, but not that much.

(I can ask me mum for a couple more months!! He he)

So, I'm unemployed again, but £250 better off for it, with a little bit of extra work experience to stick on me CV, not a totally wasted experience then.

On a slightly brighter note (well dimmer, because I actually turn lights off during the day) It is my birthday next week, no more being a just legal 18yr old, I'll be a fully fledged adult (yeright) at 19...woo!

Plans include a kinky weekend, a family dinner, getting sloshed, a silly day out, a friends dinner out (plus getting sloshed) and then another kinky weekend. I so love having birthdays in the holidays!!!

But then...how often do you actually stick to plans?


Oh yeah....I PROMISE to get this bloody blog looking less brand new soon with something a bit personalised in the sidebar soon!