Slap around the face with a wet kipper

Well, this week has been a total shock to the system.

After 18 whole weeks off we had to go back to university, yesterday, to regsiter and sort out our timetable. We were there almost an hour and a half and I was absolutely knackered after all that effort. It's going to kill me when we start 'full-time' next week (ie. ALL Wednesday and Friday off and a 4 hour lunch break on a Monday - tragic.)

Today I called in because I had to complete my registration with the job shop - for my new job. My new job involves 5 hours of messing around with freshers on Thursday.

Whilst I was on campus I thought I'd go and renew my NUS card. I had to have my photo taken. Well, considering the majority of students were around 18 - 21 years old, and, mostly, fresh-faced, (added to the fact that the spotty youth taking the pics was no bloody David Bailey) when commited to print I couldn't avoid the truth any longer. I am an old, OLD hag.

I could have cried.