I got the job! My god, I was relieved. I am so, so glad to be getting out of KFC. So glad I can't put it into words. I've just got a long, drawn out two weeks notice to work through. It's looming like death. Like the last ten metres of a marathon. I can't wait to start at Costa. A whole new start, in a new place with new product and mostly new people (Lexi has a job there, and Gemma has an interview tomorrow, which I really, really hope gets her a job). I can breathe in different air.
Also, Gemma's decided to start going vegetarian so I'm doing it to. I didn't have any chicken at work today, and it felt kind of good. Felt like I was doing something right. Anyway, I guess we'll see just how long my paper-thin resolve lasts. A couple of days? Will I have chicken tomorrow? Maybe not. I just feel as if I've reached total KFC saturation point. I stare at the stuff in the display cabinate, and it's a struggle to make myself eat it. Why do I? Because it's free food, and I've been hungry enough to never turn away free food. Even so, though, I really, really can't face the thought of eating it nowdays and the only way I do is thinking about something else.
I hope I get to watch some Diagnosis Murder tomorrow. I like that show. One of the few highlights a day can offer me. |