Second year journalism student who likes pretty pictures. Also kittens.
Day #3: I haven’t even been at work an hour and I can already tell that today is not going to be a good day.
Day #2: a table of three left a £29 tip. Feelin’ pretty smug.
Even if that table of ladies hated my guts. Bitch(es) I don’t care why ya stroppy, I just got a 50% tip from someone else. Yeaaaahhh boy.
Day #1 of seven in a row at work. I wouldn’t be quite so sad about this if they weren’t all 11-11s.
My brother went to Birmingham for a gig. He did not tell anyone he was going. Cannot remember when I have seen either of my parents quite this cross.
Apart from maybe when I was six and went to the co-op to go buy sweets by myself. The co-op was a half mile away. It’s got to be like that but times like, 100 for them. He is so dead.