Stressed, depressed, but well dressed.
Today I met the coolest stroke side slut on the planet to make our coaching master plan for next semester, whilst sat on the floor of a shopping centre, stealing the free WiFi from Boots.
Nando’s, lycra, a £1 hoodie and a train journey later I’m at home ordering sports kit for my birthday. Life is good.
uʍop ǝpısdn pǝuɹnʇ pǝddıןɟ ʇoƃ ǝɟıן ʎɯ ʍoɥ ʇnoqɐ ןןɐ ʎɹoʇs ǝɥʇ sı sıɥʇ ʍou
My dad’s friend is the manager of a shipping warehouse, who just had loads of orders in and asked dad if he knew anyone willing to do a weeks work for £250. I said I would definitely do it - I desperately need the money for Uni - but my brother wasn’t too keen on the idea, but dad pushed him into it, cause after all it’s loads of money.
He replied saying sure my brother could do it. Dad responded with “what about Hannah? She needs the money more than he does” to which his friend replied that he couldn’t take on too many more staff because he couldn’t afford it. Fair enough. But dad tried once more saying that he’d rather I do it, because I’m more keen to and so I can afford food at Uni and all. But his friend that he was concerned I wouldn’t be able to manage moving all the heavy boxes, and picked my brother up for work the next day. My brother said it was all wrapping up and parcelling and NO heavy lifting whatsoever.
Am I being sensitive, or did he not employ me because I am a woman? I am in my fucking overdraft STILL because Uni last year was so expensive, and all my brother spends his money on is his fucking girlfriend. It’s sweet but I need money my parents cannot afford to give me! And to top it all, the place I AM employed at is closing down. Perfect.
Plants and bird cages, Victoria, Gozo.
The sunset did not disappoint
Hiking in Malta (or as close to hiking that Brits can get to in the major heat). Here I’m bored, taking photos and waiting for the sunset.