I had to leave the house because job application forms were making me want to claw my eyes out and tear my arms off and cry. Whyyy do I have to list my work experience in order of most recent? Nobody considering me for an admin job is going to want to know that I’m an extra and an illustrator and that I took a 3-month contract in retail, and with that crap accounting for the past 10 months so as not to leave an unexplained gap in my CV, they’ll probably have binned it before getting to the bit where I did admin-type work for 13 flipping years. curls up and weeps I’ve rendered myself unemployable and I wish I knew who to let tipsily snog me to get anywhere in television production.
But I digress. This was the black tea served at Morrisons Cafe, where I went so I could not be in the house for like an hour. Tea’s cheap and they politely don’t notice the number of extra organic sugar packets I pocketed, so that’s nice. It’s a good, strong everyday tea, and I don’t think there’s really that much I can say, given the haphazard brew it got and the fact that I chugged most of it much faster than I normally would, as they were out of kids for the takeaway cups and I didn’t much fancy taking a full cup of tea onto the tram with pale yellow canvas shoes on. That’s courting danger, that is.