Sunday...bloody sunday

Well it looks like I am back at work on Sunday, so Saturday is officially my last day of freedom. I need to fill it with as many happy memories as possible. I really don't want to have to go back. I've had almost two weeks off and there seems no point, besides the money and the people. I've worked too hard and gotten too little, but I'm there now and like everything else I do I guess I've got to see it through.

There's also this thing that occassionally happens where people come back from holiday as completely different people. I don't know if this happens during the holiday or as soon as they get back, but I'm interested to see what happens.

You've no idea how gutted I am though. Besides the obvious reasons for not wanting to go back, it really really gets to me how the main desk told me that I had sunday off, and now this. AAARRRGGHHHH!!!