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How’s that for Spontaneity?
I am caught somewhere between euphoria and blind panic. Once again Clare has jumped out of the frying pan and straight into the fire. Lets just hope that this time I don’t get burnt. I resigned yesterday. After working for … Continue reading
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Tagged Change, haircut, katie holmes, life, life experience, Mum, Mumsy, new job, quitting, realise, receptionist, resigning, Work
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Another day at the office
Tap tap tap, the pencil begins to leave mark of its passage on the desk where I sit. Looking up at the clock, the hands seemed not to have moved in the hours I’ve felt to be sitting here. Choking, … Continue reading
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Tagged creative writing, receptionist, tea, Work
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Ode to footwear of old
Today it seems I have finally slipped into the abyss of old age. That dark place where your jeans are held up by elastic, your hair by plastic combs, your gums by dentures and your breasts don’t stay up at … Continue reading
Milk Run
So as Office Administrator/Receptionist/Holder of the key to the Petty Cash box, it is my duty to make sure that we are stocked with all tea/coffee-making paraphernalia. To everyone’s supreme annoyance this morning we had no milk. So to my petty … Continue reading
