I didn’t get the job in Manchester. My qualification doesn’t come through in time. Reasons I shouldn’t have found that out at work:
- I don’t work so well when I’m trying not to cry.
- I don’t drive so well when I’m angry and fed up.
I expect the people who heard me shouting *FUUUUUCCCKKKKK* as I drove along were quite shocked. Not, though, as shocked as the 5-series BMW with which I kept pace on the way home.
Bad Kate.
I’ve calmed down now, I’m just unhappy about it.
