Rocked up like a proper deadshit to my job service provider interview. Jumper sleeves pushed up to my elbows, grotty grey trackies, thongs and a swagger of arrogance. Almost didn't go in because I was so nervous. Don't know why. Can't even talk to people anymore without jacking my heart rate through the roof. Maybe too many lobster pills lately, turning into a lobster.
Got a cask at Dans, cashier asked me how I was going and I just didn't reply, felt bad afterwards so gave him my phone/membership number just to say something out loud.
I have the mong doc on Friday morning but I might cancel it, can't wake up early enough. Then I have a flight to catch that arvo. Stress

>>838589
kek

>>838579
Weber NEET arc? What is your plan?

>>838586
Sometimes the power level just falls right out of you

>>838571
Bartenders have changed in the last 10 years. I asked one for a "pint of draught" and she said "which draught?" not long ago