By coincidence I overslept a little this morning. The difference is that I jumped out of bed with blind panic, rushed around like a headless chicken and taking the most unpleasantly quick shower possible. My much needed morning coffee was just not going to happen. I then ran to the tube station with a totally bare face hoping no one would recognise me. For those that know the underground, I spent the brief time between Leytonstone & Statford using that brief period of natural light to try to put my make up on without the train jolting me and making me draw a line of lipstick from my lips to my ears.RubyWooo wrote:Pointlessblog's 'How to stay motivated' put into practice:
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'Alfie you're SO inspirational'
Now my work would not fire me for being a little late, but it is my own personal pride that takes lateness soon personally. But if anyone at work saw a picture of me looking like a smug twat under the duvet with a caption "1 minute to go to work", then I would expect a call from human resources.
The man is a twat, but what makes it worse is that the media like to hold him, and his silly band of jammy biscuits, up as role models. I think a meth addicted hooker selling her body for a Mars Bar would be a better role model for teenagers than these bunch of losers...rich losers...but still losers. They just fail at life.