Of Crappy Karma October 23, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 14 commentsOh ho ho. Cosmic jollification has come to bite my big, bruised bottom.
After my kind and considerate mumblings about moaning, crumbly patients, guess who fell to bits on the stairs at work yesterday? ‘Ker-runch’, said my ankle, ‘now I plan to swell up bigger than your head and tomorrow you can totter to your interview in your special high-heeled interview shoes and nobody will have any sympathy for you.’
Bloomin Nora. I currently toil in a posh hospitaly sort of place, crammed with doctors in masks, non-smiling nurses and fat physios who stand at the top of the stairs and watch me trying not to say ‘fuck’ very loudly while clutching my ankle and wiping my watering eyes.
And tomorrow is now today and I have to go for an interview for another temp job that I do not want. I will have to pretend to be interested in working for Hastings Council for approximately the same salary an ant earns in Bulgaria.
I must have done something very bad in a previous life. Wish me luck.
