I went to the job centre at 12.30 to find out they had changed my appointment to 2.30.
This meant I had 2 hours to kill in a shithole town.
I sat in a wetherspoons where everybody looks like Mario & Lisa from Big Brother, at different ages of their lives, and shitter, getting pissed in the afternoon.
Then I went to the job centre to find that I had already applied for everything and that there were no more jobs.
Then I went for a KFC, which I ate at a bus stop.
More and more often do I have this thought: "has my life come to this?"
Sounds like a 100% shite day that mate
What happened to getting out in the world?