...you get to the counter**, tell the guy to go easy on the sugar, pay, pick up your change, and then forget to pick up the damned coffee.
*Which brings me to the question that is baffling the pants off me - WHY am I stressing myself out over a job I no longer have? It's bizarre, BIZARRE I tell you!
That conscience, you know, she can be SUCH a pain.
**The Fresh & Honest stall at Churchgate station which, despite it's very corny name, has some really good coffee***.
*** And no, they haven't paid me to say that...sadly.
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6 comments:
Aww sweety. It takes a while to work a crappy job out of your system. Hang in there.
Ph...*sniff*...have I told you how much I love you?
*blush* Just once before. On you-know-whos page. :)
Well I'll say it again! I *luurhhvve* you, I really do! :D
Oh and speaking of Mr. You-Know-Who, I haven't seen him around for quite a while. Lying low, you think?
'S just that at his age...you know, you tend to worry a little.
I'll echo Ph's views: hang in there kid.
Try reciting this in front of a mirror: "I've quit my job at XYZ, and simply don't care about it anymore".
When I quit my job, I took to (mentally) chanting "Soon, I won't be a recruiter anymore" and it helped :-)
LOL....awwww...poor sweetie. Give us a call sometime and meet us...we promises to make you feel on top of the world for quitting your job!!
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