Tired

I am exhausted and it's only quater to ten. Don't i feel like a granny.

I went for the induction training sessions at Waitrose (where i will be working as a check-out girl) this evening from 4-8 and, fuck me, was it boring. All we did was sit and stare at a computer which showed us a film then forced us to answer questions on it, repeating the mind-numbing piece of shit if we got even just one question wrong. Oh, it was torture. Bore the prisoners to death with an over zelous Mrs Laybool inquiring meticulously as to each and every proccess which Waitrose could conceivably force their food through.

I just want to cuddle up in bed with The GF and sleep for a good ten hours but NO life dictates that i can not and must engage in work, education and general betterment of my family. Whop-de-do.

I'm thinking about what i'll spend the money on when i get the first cheque. Restaurants, bars, i could even go to the cinema! Wow, i'll be (comparitvely) rich. And it's just in time for christmas as well so i can save up a bit and get some really cool presents for people. I was thinking i could get Mother Dearest a luxury spa treatment weekend thing for her and a friend, not that she'd be especially greatful but hey.

And i could even afford driving lessons. WOW. I'd be able to drive. A car. A real car. If i pass the test of course.