I got started on three times last night, even by my standards that's a record. The first two were no big deal - a drunk kid in a nightclub and an even more drunk stranger on the way home - but the third just around the corner from King's Cross was a little unnerving. The guy demanded $5, I refused naturally (even if I'd been prepared to give him the $5 it wouldn't have stopped there, and getting my wallet out would have been a massive mistake), and he started shouting 'I should ******* kill you, you ****!' over and over. That's the famous Aussie hospitality, then! Actually that's not fair because most Aussies are very friendly. I just wonder how I'll fare in South America where screaming I'll kill you just ruins the element of surprise! Oh well...
I decided a night out was in order after three interviews in a day - I got offered all three jobs, although two were door-knocking and a third was selling some charity to business. I've turned down the charity, as they don't pay enough and now have to decide between one with a huge commission and potentially very lucrative (the gamble) and the other with a basic salary and smaller commission (the safe bet). Answers on a post card please
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Jesus...this is the post I've been fearing for months. I knew we shouldn't have let you go away after your track record on leith walk. At least you weren't wearing a shirt covered in fake blood this time...
Come home safe Cheeky!
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