And it is awful. Don´t let them tell you anything different. They lie. Through their teeth. They´re probably laughing behind your back, look at that retard, he really believes he can write. Must be. There´s no other explanation. Honestly, every second 14 year old on this planet has once in a while written those exact lines and wondered where that stroke of genius came from. But they´re clever enough to keep it under their pillows and in their bottom drawers and at the back of the wardrobe, behind those weird sweaters with the embroidered elks and reindeer they never wear, where mum will never find them, like they´re supposed to. They don´t go and publish them. Not like you. And they´re giving you awards for that??? That would be 14 years for you. Want me to spell that out for you? f-o-u-r-t-e-e-n Right. So, back to the basics. Work sucks like it always did, maybe even more. I can´t believe it´s been three weeks, they went in a swish and a swirl and it feels like I never was away. Customers are as stupid as ever, and my co-workers seem to have become sort of dull too. Even Crazygirl.