I work in Earl's Court. I live in Bayswater. Usually, this takes half an hour if I'm slow. I left get-out/get-in early enough to catch the last tube home. Until the tubes decided to fuck with me.
So I hoped on the last possible train and went to the only place I know how to catch a bus from: Charing Cross Railway Station. This is where you go to googlemaps or whatever and see just how far that is from work and home. It is, however, very close to Heaven, so therefore I know how to get home.
2 buses, 1 half hour wait and a can of pringles later, and I'm home.
Oh, and it's raining.
Oh, and I have to be at work at 10 AM. It's 2 AM now.
This is not a rant about my job. I love my job. This is in no way meant to reflect poorly on my theatre nor is it meant to be taken as me lashing out at my pitiful internship experience. This is me cataloguing an epic FML moment.
(FML stands for "fuck my life," for those who are not up to date with the lingo)
So now I'm going to eat another pringle and go to bed. Then in the morning, I'll get up, go to work and then write papers on my non-existent computer.
Do you sense a theme?
PS - I consider the can of pringles to be the biggest failure of the night. I refuse to eat my feelings.
<3 im sorry
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