Absolutely nothing frustrates me more than when I park central in a bay and the person next to me complains they can’t get in when they’re parked right next to/on the line. Like hunny. This is your fault…
Fun fact: no one ever told me that a P45 was kinda important and you were meant to keep and save it. It’s been a bloody nightmare for the past two weeks trying to figure out tax and payslips and student loan stuff for my job…
Having testified in court, I stand by this. My concern for my degree is nonexistent now. For the first time in my life I can breathe. I can live. I don’t have to plan for horrific updates on investigations or unknown dates of court stuff. Nothing matters besides living life.
(The grade was why I posted that. But maybe it just takes horrific life events to change my debilitating perfectionism and need for academic validation)