Can’t wait to get the fuck out of this shop, jam my headphones on, be an antisocial cunt and read all the way home.
Sponsored by Cheese and Tomato pasties and Relentless in large quantities.
Throw in some Haribo and I’ll be on total sugar meltdown.
I have a genuine concern that when I leave this shop I won’t know what to do with myself. I won’t have to panic that we’re not going to make last year or that fill ups need doing.
And to be honest the idea of a whole hour for lunch that isn’t perching at the top of the stairs or munching a sandwich with the week’s conference call on mute terrifies me. I’ll actually be able to leave the shop too, and not entrust the purchasing of beautiful things to boys.
Is it possible to have Stockholm Syndrome with a place of work?
God, I was only off for a day yesterday and it seems like all of the work in the world has piled up upon my return *facepalm*
the prince got married, we have a new princess and the bad guy is dead.
Awesome words from one of my friends.