114: A Friday Start?
New job, new me.
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Anyway. It’s all sorted now.
Start the new gig tomorrow. I’m not nervous, don’t think so. But it’s been a while. Probably a bit rusty.
Sitting here re-reading the handbook (what a load of bollocks) with a large glass of Rioja. The good stuff.
Friday is an odd day to start a new job. Wonder why they picked that. Doesn’t matter.
Planned the walk to the office earlier. I reckon it will be eleven minutes, as long as it’s not raining. Maybe twelve. Ironed my suit when I got back. Put my shoes by the door.
Need to remember to take a pen. Might nip out and get one of those four-colour Bic ones. Like a fucking boss. The red always goes first.
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