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[skyferret]

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

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[shortfornothing]

Welcome to my world! By your calculations, my life expectancy is extremely short.
I think part of your frustrations may be your "clientele", if we can call it that. I tend to get a wider cross-section of the aged public in "my line of work" (I hate that expression - sounds like people who use it are trying to segregate themselves into some elitist occupation-based club). Anyway...it's not all the client group. Possibly just not your thing. I'm sure you are great with them from time to time, just not in massive "Dawn of the Dead" style mass onslaughts.
By the way, I wiped diarrhoea from an old lady's bumhole on Thursday. You can add that to your collection of knowledge you wish you didn't have.
Oh, and I REALLY hope the dosh fulfills its purpose in the world or wings its way back to you. Either way, all is not lost; Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were-rabbit is out on October 10th!
:)

[skyferret]

I would curse you, devil woman, for regaling me with such hideous tidings, but the knowledge that it was you that had to do the wiping consoles me considerably. Karma comes round, dude.
On the flipside, I've finally managed to get hold of the house people, got some of my stuff shifted across, and Wallace and Gromitness and uber partyage is imminent!