What a difference a day makes…

The somewhat ominous cloud wafting above me yesterday has mostly passed… Sinead dragged me out to the social to mull over things and make me realise it’s never as bad as you think it is… It’s so funny as I’m the queen of optimism for everyone else, I always try and see the bright side of things… but it takes of ton of bricks to make me swallow the same advice when projected back onto me.

Still waiting to hear about the flatshare I have my heart set on… I’m expecting some major finger crossing from all the parties who happen to stumble upon this entry.


Approximation on:

The amount of days I have left sitting at my desk in the back corner of the studio with my French co-worker (who sits next to me) chit chatting in French until we receive an email from management complaining that we’re being anti-social: 6