I got offered a job last week. I know - there are literally no jobs and I got one. I nailed it.
As it turns out though the bloke was more interested in nailing me - text messages followed the offer saying I was 'very beautiful' and he 'liked me in many ways'. Nice. I must also point out this guy was 60 if he was a day.
One thing I was slightly relieved about was the fact he was a wheelchair user. Lets face it if he decided to become a stalker he'd be fairly bad at it; all I'd have to do is go up a step.
Looks like I'll be back at the ever depressing Dalston Job Centre next Thursday.
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