Today I toddled off to the Job Centre to find out if I had an appointment with my career advisor, or whatever they're called now. I met her on my way there; she was going to the doctor. So I went and signed on and spoke to someone else and got an appointment made with a career guidance person and with someone who is supposedly going to help me make a better CV.
Rob and I can afford to let me stay in the actual hotel!
I phoned up earlier today and booked a single room for two nights. I've packed my clothes, pjs, and so on. I'm all set to go; my train ticket is here, my seat's reserved.
I'm scared. I've never stayed in a hotel on my own, I hate going to new places, and I don't know anyone who's going to be there. But I expect it to be wonderful.
Also, I truly love the song that's playing right now, from the soundtrack to 10 Things I Hate about You
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