I’ve just woken up and there appear to be men on my television playing with balls.
I swear I’m going to sleep in until at least midday on Sunday. At LEAST. (Or until Mum bursts into my room, complaining that I’m being too lazy on my day off.)
It’s only Thursday and I’m already shattered. You wouldn’t think standing around in a shop all day could be quite as tiring as it actually is.
Well, tonight could have huge consequences for me. I particularly enjoy opportunities that seem to come out of the blue.
I’m not even sure if this IS an opportunity yet. I am using my initiative and taking a risk. It’s something I’ve always said – I play things a bit too safe. This is definitely a step towards changing that.
So…I’m back working at Boots.
It was almost too easy to get back into the swing of things, despite not having been there since January. It was less easy to wake up at 6am, however. That was PAINFUL.
I’ve just set my alarm for 6am. I’ll be damned if you’re getting a proper blog out of me today.
Well, England went and lost. What a shame.
I’m home. As in, home home. Back in Plymouth, along with my parents.
The day wasn’t without its problems though.
At least…that’s what I’m attempting to do.
Sadly, none of the stuff I brought to Uni with me is fitting in the bags I brought them up in.
Well, nobody else was going to take me, so I ended up having to do it myself.