the brilliant thing about being a woman is that I’m punished for both trusting and distrusting men!
I should magically know which man is going to harm me by having a brief conversation with him. if I trust Bad Men, then, well. I should’ve known.
if I don’t trust Nice Men though, I’m an utter bitch who deserves violence. don’t I know most men are good people?
Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.
Passed a telephone interview for ANOTHER job and I have to go in for an assessment day on Monday.
Which is probably just as well because I didn’t turn up to work today…
But wooo excited at the idea of having a different, better paid job ^^