Graduation, Wakefield and unemployment
Graduation the other day was thoroughly enjoyable, though I'll save the details as I can't be arsed to tell you everything. The ceremony was nice, I looked alright in my graduation threads. Had a nice meal but then L's Indian stalker spoiled the evening somewhat and thinking back now I'm still pretty upset. Next time I see him I'll point out a few things. It's a damn good job I don't hold grudges!
Though things are looking up, surprisingly! Damn Wakefield, it's the arse end of the world. Anyway, missed my 10:22 train to Leeds by about 20 seconds, damn you L for keeping me in bed and forcing me to do nasty things - GRRR! So instead I got the 11:22 train and managed to get to Manchester without any hassle, that was to change when a Welshman got on and sat opposite me. He proceeded to tell me about London, at which point I knew very little. Then after pointing out a family that looked Indian, said that they were responsible; God bless his racist soul; fucking Welshman.
Then he proceeded to tell me about how he was shagging this bird, how he went out and drank himself silly the previous evening, how he likes to fight, blah blah blah! If I didn't know he was from Wales I swear I would've thought he was just a simpleton. But I suppose the two go hand in hand, don't they?
So I got to Wakefield with about 20 minutes to spare, but I went on Multimap the previous day to find out where I was going and everything was coolio. So I walked to where I thought I was supposed to go but the company wasn't there. Fuck. It is worth noting that my mobile was also dying on its arse as I hadn't charged it, so in order to preserve battery life I only switched it on as I used it. I called the guy who was meant to be interviewing me but only got through to the answerphone. Fuck. So I decided to leave because at this point it was 14:20 and my interview was meant to be at 14:00. Fuck, fuck it with a big fucking stick.
I left my phone on at the station and managed to get a text from the guy. Breakthrough. I called him and he said he would pick me up from the station. Bingo. So he picked me up in his BMW, grrr! He's a BMW driver! Anyway, we ended up having the interview in Sainsbury's. Surreal! Blah, blah, blah. Anyway, to cut a long story short I've got a second interview, but he's thinking about putting me in sales, which I could live with, after all, I do like wearing suits.
Tonight is my graduation ball, which should be fun, and I get to wear a suit again - fuck the tuxedo.
In other news:
I am still unemployed.
Though things are looking up, surprisingly! Damn Wakefield, it's the arse end of the world. Anyway, missed my 10:22 train to Leeds by about 20 seconds, damn you L for keeping me in bed and forcing me to do nasty things - GRRR! So instead I got the 11:22 train and managed to get to Manchester without any hassle, that was to change when a Welshman got on and sat opposite me. He proceeded to tell me about London, at which point I knew very little. Then after pointing out a family that looked Indian, said that they were responsible; God bless his racist soul; fucking Welshman.
Then he proceeded to tell me about how he was shagging this bird, how he went out and drank himself silly the previous evening, how he likes to fight, blah blah blah! If I didn't know he was from Wales I swear I would've thought he was just a simpleton. But I suppose the two go hand in hand, don't they?
So I got to Wakefield with about 20 minutes to spare, but I went on Multimap the previous day to find out where I was going and everything was coolio. So I walked to where I thought I was supposed to go but the company wasn't there. Fuck. It is worth noting that my mobile was also dying on its arse as I hadn't charged it, so in order to preserve battery life I only switched it on as I used it. I called the guy who was meant to be interviewing me but only got through to the answerphone. Fuck. So I decided to leave because at this point it was 14:20 and my interview was meant to be at 14:00. Fuck, fuck it with a big fucking stick.
I left my phone on at the station and managed to get a text from the guy. Breakthrough. I called him and he said he would pick me up from the station. Bingo. So he picked me up in his BMW, grrr! He's a BMW driver! Anyway, we ended up having the interview in Sainsbury's. Surreal! Blah, blah, blah. Anyway, to cut a long story short I've got a second interview, but he's thinking about putting me in sales, which I could live with, after all, I do like wearing suits.
Tonight is my graduation ball, which should be fun, and I get to wear a suit again - fuck the tuxedo.
In other news:
I am still unemployed.
posted by Martyn @ 1:49 PM
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