Well it’s Christmas Eve Eve (yay) and I thought it’s about time I posted something a bit festive.
Covers of Christmas songs are very in, and although this is no lyrical masterpiece like “we built this city on sausage rolls”, I hope you enjoy my attempt of making “12 Days of Christmas” a little relative to my placement experience. Although there are no partridges on sight, there is a rather aggressive pigeon that sits on my windowsill if that counts?
Anyway, eh em. Silence please.
On the first day of Christmas, my placement gave to me:
1 mid-life (optimistic I know) crisis about how bad I am at my job
2 weeks of scrimping thanks to “make it rain” mentality on payday
3 emails sent without attachments (oops)
4 voicemails left (I think they might be avoiding me)
5 cups of coffee-eeeeeee
6 FUN patterned blouses (thank God animal print’s back in)
7 broken “we HAVE to meet up!!” promises
8 hours of sitting (I really should start the gym at some point) *key word: “should”.
9 precious days of annual leave left to use
10pm bedtime – judge me all you like but ya gal needs her 8 hours. And it gets dark at 4pm anyway so it’s basically midnight, right?
11 “are anyone’s emails down or are people just ignoring me?”s – emails are rarely ‘down’.
12 months of being an actual adult ?? No thankU
*Ho ho ho-ld for applause*
I reckon if I released this a week ago I too would have beaten Ariana to Christmas number 1. Just saying.