The day was dull-ish except around 1pm where I was led to the third floor to listen to one of my calls with a camp fat man and score it with green, amber and red traffic lights. I got some greens. Apparently I could work on my enthusiasm if I want a long-term career in the call-centre.
Lunchtime I went off across town to find a KFC to spend my free meal voucher in. Took me twenty minutes to find one, I’d swear they hid it. But I was too clever for them. After eating I went to an internet cafe to print off some English tutoring adverts, which I then put in the bin as the word ‘available’ was spelled incorrectly. Oops.
Day off tomorrow. I’ll be getting a haircut and having some proper kip.
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why is paul young sat with some meat? i almost didn’t notice, what with his mad hair…
Read the title above the post.
oh right. christ, look how thin his belt is…
I think it could actually be a bit of butchers’ twine.
*dies laughing* You are pure, undiluted genius.