I don’t know know why this popped into my head tonight, but I started thinking about my first job. During school, my “job” was to get good grades, I wasn’t paid for it of course, but it did get me into University eventually, so that’s something! 231 more words
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Senor Pinguino is in the dog house.
Suki and I have gone out for a girly lunch which has culminated in several Prosecco cocktails. This was our way of celebrating albeit belatedly our birthdays which we had both spent separately in Spain – Suki had of course been treated to the ultimate rock chick weekend, flown out by SP to Madrid to see AC/DC whereas I had had to suffer the horrors which were the Spanish school ( I will write about this one day but I still feel traumatised by this experience!!!). 1,089 more words
M. is 24, your age, but she works a whole lot harder than you do and right now she’s filling a cooler with Coronas and talking about what a long time it’s been since she was a server and says, for perspective, that she got promoted to the bar just a while before you started coming around. 191 more words