Today I did a morning's “work” in a charity shop. I quote 'work' because I spent my morning playing with clothes, hardly work at all. I was all kinds of nervous, but I've had a day where I've just flown through on auto-pilot because my brain is on hiatus at the moment. I had pictured some horrible things last night, of how this could have gone really really badly (and for a moment, when the manager got her first real look at me, I thought they might,) but things were fine.
There wasn't even a single awkward question, which made me happy.
I've just sat and had lunch in town, where I write this. I'm at a loss for the rest of my day really, expected to have more to do. I suppose I'll wander around town or something.
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