When one door closes, another one opens

Well, so “they” say anyway. All I know is that tomorrow is my last ever day at H, after 27 months under their wings, and I’m nervous as all hell.

Oh god, what am I going to do with my life? Who the crud knows??

I feel so bloody unsure about my future that it’s making my head spin at the moment. Ah well, if I feel bad at any time tomorrow I can just cuddle my new Jimmy Choo handbag** and I’ll feel better…

** - Okay, so it’s a knock off that my kid sister got for me in Korea, but it’s probably about as close to a real Jimmy Choo as I’m ever gonna get, and it looks close enough to the picture that it’d pass for the real thing from afar…though under close scrutiny is a different story!

Planning to spend the weekend in an alcoholic haze to help get rid of these jitterbugs in my tum. Grr. Not sure quite yet how that’ll pass, but it’ll either be myself with an asti spumanti that’s been chilling in the fridge for the past week, or drinking cocktails by the jug with friends on stylish astroturf.