I neglected to check the railfare before this job.
7-10am giving out breakfast biscuits in Woking station for £30.00 seemed tolerable. It seemed significantly less tolerable when I’d hauled myself out of bed at 5.45am to then pay £14.00 to get there.
After a quick calculation of tax deductions my wage was near non-existent. And it was really cold.
I cheered myself up with one of the breakfast biscuits on the way home, high in fibre. My digestive system paid the consequences for the rest of the day and I vowed to try and change my life.
Average Brunette 