Operation Exit Oxford
As antisocial as it might sound, I had to go to the pub with work people on Friday, but I had half a drink, made an excuse and left. They're cool people, but I don't want to make friends. All I really care about is payday.
To the people who e-mailed me after my last entry, I am typing this on a Wii and so can't get MSN. Not that you're missing much really, as I don't feel much like talking at the moment.
As crap as my old job was, I wish I had just stayed put. City life has proven to be as soul destroying as I thought it would. The quicker I can disappear back to a small anonymous southern village to do some dull job away from pressure, the better.