Mum has bought me a multi-pack of socks. I am 33 years old. It was very nice of mum, because I only brought two pairs of socks with me, but it is nonetheless going to be a long five weeks.
She committed this kind act out of mercy. Or pity. It was the last straw. I decided to register with a temping agency to squeeze a few weeks of secretarial work in. It irks me, yes, to be signing up for the same work at 33 that I was at 22, but it'll be worth it to be able to afford my own underwear. At least temps don't have to make too many difficult decisions, so maybe I'll get an easy ride if I keep my head down.
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