Just two days to go until I move back down south and I'm tearing my hair out-why do I have so much junk! I should really throw some of it out but I'm such a hoarder that i just can't bring myself to.
Had my last day at work yesterday and I am so happy that I never have to work in that miserable, soul-draining hole ever again. I was however, not so happy about my leaving present. After a year and a half of working there, they decided to grace me with, wait for it, a keyring. A fucking keyring! It's a sodding designer clothes shop, so why couldn't they have given me some clothes! Apparently Alan, Suggs and the rest of the Borough Boys have got me and Ireland a housewarming present, but I am not getting my hopes up. The last present I got off those guys was a colouring in book and a dildo...
