Karl’s back to work after his half term break today so not only does that mean I had to get up at 6:30am this morning, but I’ve got to get off my lazy ass and visit a job agency today.
Job agency, back to bed.. job agency, back to bed.. such a tough choice. *snore*
Edit (4:30pm): this entry was a lie. :P I didn’t really have the option of going back to bed ’cause Karl drops me off at my Mum’s before he goes to work (out of convenience; Wroxeter is 3000 miles away from anywhere). So, I went to find the job agency up the town centre…
You’d think having lived in this town since I was born (apart from the past couple of years at Karl’s) I’d know where I was going. You’d be wrong. Try again tomorrow, me thinks.