I went to the interview. Interview? It was more of a head-fuck. It was too strange for me to go into. I don't do smiley-smiley. I'm a serious sort of person. I'm serious about everything I do. It's not that I don't have a sense of humour. I do, only it's sometimes only understood by me. I am a dynamic force in the workplace, but I do it quietly and seriously, all the time being myself. Smiley-smiley just ain't what I do. It's pretentious. It's phoney. It's a complete load of bollocks and really nauseates me.
Later on I received a reply to the email I sent to the tenants' association regarding my antisocial neighbours. They are taking action. I still feel unhappy that I was forced to complain in the first place, but I can't take much more of it.
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