I left out a funny story from today that slipped my mind I guess, or maybe I wanted to forget.
I left Mango's early in the morning, about 6 and went to the supermarket as there was a bus stop nearby. Of course I failed to realize that buses probably dont come that early. So, I called my ex, she might be going towards where I work. I called and she said I could have a lift, I dont think she was very happy about me waking her up at 6:30 tho.
She wasn't coming to pick me up for an hour and a half so I decided to sleep, yep, sleep, underneath the phone box. At 6:30am. So I feel asleep only to wake up 30 minutes later feeling little movements all over my face and chest. I wiped my hand across my face to find.... ANTS! I jumped up, banged my head on the phone box, started screaming and cursing loudly, swatting at my face with both hands whilst trying to tear my shirt off as quickly as possible. It was crazy. Theres always a moral to the story, this one is dont pour fizzy drink next to you and fall asleep even if you are realy bored at 6:30am