At some point today, and I think I can pinpoint it exactly to the billionth rupee that I was converting to British pounds from the annual report of an Indian software company that the last drop of 'course I don't mind photocopying your 10,000 page dossier-how do you like your tea' miserable work experience finally filled the cup, tippled it over and smashed it to smithereens.
How do I take my tea? Milk, 2 sugars and anywhere else but HERE.
Fuck it, I'd rather stick some stockings on and stand in a Soho doorway.
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