"Come back tomorrow and we'll see where we can go from there, you should take some confidence in your back you know, you did walk here after all ( Read more... )

There is a Red box o'death at work. Every time I use it, I come home and cough ( Read more... )

"I like to have a drink with a lovely face"

"Are you single?" (off a 27 year old who is quite (ahem very!) lovely)

"I'd love the barman to kiss my neck"

"If I was single Dave I'd fuck you ( Read more... )

I simply cannot wait until I accumulate enough money so I can move the fuck out of here.

Its depressingly bad, I can't do anything here, feeling just blah........... fuck sake, I'm just so pissed off.

actually its not that bad really. I was being dramatic I suppose ( Read more... )

I hate it already

Working is ok - terminal 2 Wetherspoons, unglamourous but its money.

I have a sub-boss type manager dude who reminds me so much of Ian Beale..... just cares about money... but there are a few cool people about.

The hours are shite, I was up at ten past four this morning..... but again I do this purely for next Friday (PAY DAY)

Bar dude, me, 15th May. Heathrow. Wetherspoons.

Hey, its not glam, but its money. Stupid hours, but I want money.

It was a laugh. Seeing the dude again was a lot of fun. Chilled out basically.