Got fired yesterday for punching out the awkward guy because he’s older than me, has a degree, I do his job better than him for less money, and the fact that I antagonise about these facts every day finally got to him, so he took a swing at me, missed, I hit him a love tap with my left pinkie finger, in seconds his face had swollen up like puff pastry and now I’m blogging about it and he’s still sat there raking in the $$$$ for doing nothing. 

I would be bitter about it, but I think because I started school again that same day, it’s fate’s way of telling me I can either live in the past and pointlessly do A Levels again, or I can move forward in my job and my life, and on this occasion, once again, I chose to live in the past. 

At least I quite literally went out swinging.