I finally left my two year job at 'As nature Intended' yesterday. It feels very odd, more then anything. It had just become part of my routine.
They gave me a present and a card, which was unexpected but incredibly nice, and they said 'a few words'. Then (boy) Alex bought me lunch. I decided to have it in the shop, so when i was paying he whipped out his credit card and told me to use that instead. It was like something out of a film... Except not really. I'm going to miss my Sunday people, I think.
Probably good that I'm leaving though. Not just because of the 'fresh start/gap year/ bored shitless/ basically accused of stealing a few weeks ago by my bitch of a supervisor' thing, but because (boy) Alex has become a bit too... friendly. I haven't pushed him away and shrieked sexual harasment, because.. it's not too bad. Ok, he went a bit too far this Sunday when he was saying goodbye to me and we were waiting for them to cash up in the Office, (it wasn't *just* his hands that I could feel this time) but aside from that. *shrugs*
Anyway. I had a phone call from Fortnum and Mason this afternoon (I applied to be a Christmas Temp with them), saying there was an assessment tomorrow and I could start on Monday. Except this was to my voicemail, not to me. And I can't start on Monday, because I'm in Norfolk. So I tried to call back and the phone number she gave me is dead. It doesn't ring at all. So I'm going to try tomorrow morning. Early.
Right, I'm going off for a bath. My Mother is being a bitch at the moment, I'm not entirely sure what I've done wrong, but oh well and fuck that.