back to graft. can’t be fucked. place stinks of despair an bitterness. small talk in staff room is at an all time low. anne asked me if i had a nice christmas. i snapped. told her not to talk to me and that i hope her cat dies. she tears up an told gaffa. disciplinary incoming.
Took a wrong turning whilst dropping my niece off home today & she literally directed me all the way to her house from her car seat in the back... she’s 4 😳