Break down of my fabulous day - feel the sarcasm
I enjoyed the storms last night, honestly, apart from the bit where our road flooded, water started coming through the back door and our basement window started to leak significantly. Which I realised after some of my art supplies and a painting my deceased mother did, were ruined.
Crap nights sleep, woke up shattered
I’ve injured my right foot so it’s painful to walk.
Hair was immaculate when I left home, ready for my job interview. By the time I reached the train it was ruined thanks to pissing rain and humidity. I was also wearing no makeup at this time, I looked disgusting. I then proceed to feel incredibly dizzy and nauseous in way to work.
Left trainer leaked so much there was a pool of water in it.
Way to work lots of places are flooded.
Work actually okay.
Start to feel violently sick again
Left for interview and all trains are cancelled/delayed. It’s like biblical rain outside. Get on train, think I’ll make connection, train delayed again, miss connection. (I ring the person I have the interview with, she’s very understanding. I’m still hyperventilating and smell like wet dog)
Get to haslemere, no trains to where I want to go, staff as helpful as chocolate teapot, refuse to put on buses or taxis.
Share taxi with 3 beautiful souls, get to interview 25 mins late.
Interview actually goes really well, Nicola who interviewed me gave me a lift to Guildford as so many trains cancelled.
Get to Guildford, train delayed by 20 minutes.
Go to toilet and realise I’m stood in someone’s vomit.
train is arriving at a different platform, I run, in heels that I can barely walk in. Nearly trip over
All this and I still have to go weigh in and see how much weight I’ve gained and vote!
Now the fear creeps in of the news in the morning, please Britain I don’t want to say goodbye to our neighbours!
bonus content - my favourite station announcement - train delayed by 1 and a half hours
