Rumour has it I start work tomorrow.
Moment of silence please, I'm mourning the death of my independence.
Urrgh this feels like the Sunday before school starts.
This whole cooking thing has me worried. Seriously, seriously worried. WHO am I kidding, I can't cook for a multimillionaire on a luxury superyacht, it's beyond ridiculous.
Is the day before work too late to change my mind? Cos I kind of want to go home now. Like, really badly.
Just kidding. Juuuuuust kidding. Right old kidder I am
