Douglas, MacKenzie, Wallace and His Wee Merry Sales Advisors

Well I had my first day at work..... and already I am wondering just how long I am going to be able to handle hearing "Amazing Grace" in bagpipes over and over again. After work I went and lay down on my bed in the hostel and looked up, to find that the mattress above me had a MacLean tartan cover. Yes. I think I am going to go insane. Certify me now.

I really enjoy doing the job. Its a chirpy place, incredibly (if not overly) Scottish and its easy. I'm in my element, amongst the Scottish history, tourists and tartan kilts....... however, I've come to the realisation that its not going to a) pay the bills and b) keep me out of the mental institution until October. I get a MASSIVE half hour lunch break and then a ten minute tea break (which I will try to use to regather my sanity)... oh, and I have to ask if it is okay if I may go to the bathroom... welcome to retail, baby!

So I've come up with a weeee plan which will see me working at the Tartan Mill on the weekends, and then hopefully try and get an office job on better money for the weekdays. I will be working seven days a week but the job at the Tartan Mill is not what I call rocket science. And its only going to be until September, where I will hopefully have enough money to head off into the sunset (via europe!).

Still happy as a pig in mud though. Cant really imagine being anywhere else right now.

Lotsa hugs from a wee lassie,
Kate