Trying not to puke on keyboard.
I feel very sick this morning. I'm not sure what it is. It could be the pile of cold KFC chicken I'm eating for breakfast, or the flat pepsi-cola I'm drinking with them. Bear in mind it is 6.30 in the morning for me. Or it could be that I have to go to work today, and now that Robert and Elena have left I have to work with either Peter, Panayiota, Christos or Marios. Despite his general 'don't give a fuck' attitude of late, Pete is the lesser of the evils. Christos annoys the hell out of me, Marios never, ever does any work, and Panayiota just spends her work time licking Marios' ass. Or I could be feeling sick because I'm nervous. I started applying for a really nice job back home in England yesterday. Similar to my own job, except I would have my own ward to be in charge of at this hospital. The thought that I might actually get to go home has me sick with nerves, no matter how remote the chance is that I'll get an interview.
Oh well. Back to greasy KFC, such is the life of a wife of a fast food chef.
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You can always get yourself a nice rich cyproit git. I belive they'd kill themselves over girl with boobs and blonde in addition.
Posted by: Brongar | July 2, 2006 01:49 AM
Good luck sweetie I'm spending good thoughts your way .....i have to go and get some chicken now.
Posted by: katkat | July 2, 2006 03:20 AM
I blame the flat pepsi, because cold KFC can never be a sickening thing. Then again, I just like cold chicken.
Posted by: YummY! | July 2, 2006 04:01 AM
may be a combination of the chicken/pepsi and nerves.
I know how difficult going back would mean to you, it's like you have a love/hate relationship with home.
I hope if you really want this position it becomes yours.
Good luck Sera
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Posted by: Top cat | July 2, 2006 03:14 PM