After a weekend in Swindon, I returned to sunny Swansea only to be harassed for donations by the charming transvestite from the Cancer Research shop who was dressed as a naughty nurse. I actually didn't have any change (no, really) which was a shame because his outfit was pretty snazzy and anyone who willingly wears stockings and suspenders in this weather derserves a medal, or a few coppers at least.
Had an interview at Concorde Discounts this morning. They actually interview people for working in a pound store?! The woman who worked there seemed sweet (apart from the annoying croaking frog ringtone she had on her mobile) but her faced dropped and her tone became increasingly belligerent upon her realisation that I was still at uni. So no job then.
Rejection from Concorde Discounts? Things CANNOT get any worse.
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