Seriously, what do I wear?
I know I made a thread about this yesterday, but i don't care.
I just ironed my trousers and shirt, got all my shit together etc, and look, frankly, ridiculous, which will only be accentuated by the fluorescent lights of the supermarket.
I had a dream last night that I went to my interview and the manager was a depraved fat cat business man. Like alan sugar, except he had a bound woman locked in a cupboard. Then he set us a task to "learn english in 15 minutes without speaking'.
Even in my dream I was smart enough to win by going to a gift card shop, miming illiteracy, and getting someone to write me out a message on a card. This, apparently, "taught me english".