Chronically Awkward

The only reason I’m writing what’s basically an epilogue to my last blog post is because of my housemates. Not because they think it’s an important continuation of the story, but because they still think it’s funny. To this day. This is the night where they realised a) I was so stressed by this...

While everyone else's Summer2K18 was filled with maximum enjoyment, mine was relatively uneventful apart from one hostile rodent takeover. To date, I'm the only one that has seen the mouse in question, and still hears it from time to time. In memory of my month of torment, and seeing as I'm convinced...

Customer: I NEED YOU TO HELP ME RIGHT NOW! I’m almost crying I’m so frustrated. Me: [Insert story of me explaining how I definitely can't help because they never did business with us, it's not now, never has been and never will be, our fault - and her having none of it] Me: I understand, but...

That day one arrival when you finally get hired so you can come out of your house in the brand new work clothes that you bought but can’t afford yet (but you don’t care). Sailing through training with flying colours because you have a beautiful voice, lovely telephone manner, and calm disposition....

Much like the stages of grief, my 5SU are not restricted to a chronological order. You can go back, back, forth & forth all over the place, and flat out skip some steps altogether. Case & Point: when I graduated and was unemployed for a bit I began at Stage 1. But now when I was fired from...