Come and laugh at me with me.
The louder you shouted “WIN YOURSELF A TASTY LITTLE HANDBAG”, the less they would bother you with the request to be more vocal please.
The phrase didn’t sit naturally with my persona.
So I had to adopt a weird cheeky-cockney-market-trader character. Which still didn’t sit naturally with my face or my voice. (My natural aura is Colin Firth).
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. AndContinue reading “A Fibrous Mistake”
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