Another Wednesday, another let down. Yes, I've failed once more to secure an interview for promotion. I'm getting rather tired of it all now and have signed up for a 'Ensuring You're Match Fit For Promotion' course which is taking place in June. Here's hoping that the course leader will be sporting a rather fetching tracksuit and blowing a whistle? Oh, they won't? Well, maybe it's this ennui and sarcastic attitude which has got me where I am today. Nowhere.
I am cheering myself up by watching the fantastic Vintage TV on Virgin Media cable. Yes, I subscribe and no, I don't watch too much television. Or maybe I do? Don't judge me harshly for such a thing. I have also purchased two spaghetti and meatball meals from the mighty Co-op for the princely sum of £4. Ooh, the sound of a boat being firmly pushed out.
I'm seeing my friend Emma at the weekend as she's having a 'slumber party' to mark the fact that she purchased a new bed after she turfed her cheating ex-boyfriend out of their flat. He apparently infested the previous mattress with a plague of pubic lice which apparently he caught off of Stacey Simpson from The Dog and Duck (if the rumours on Facebook are true?) Nice.
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