Orla Lynn Quirke

I quit today! I actually quit.

No more listening to my boss whine and complain about everything under the sun. Honestly, there is no pleasing him! He even grated on the customer's nerves with his nagging and bossiness. But I quit today after he told me that my film was blurry and not sharp enough. I think he needs glasses; I've been developing pictures longer than he has and we both know it. They were perfectly fine, but he embarrassed me right in front of a customer by saying they were amateur-like. It made me so angry that I just threw the pictures in his face, shouted that I was leaving and never coming back, and left immediately.

So now I'm in the job market and the sky's the limit!

How exactly did I manage to get mistletoe attracted to me when I was only in Diagon Alley for twenty minutes this morning? All I did was pop in to pick up a few things for my dad and the next thing I know, one is following me around, singing. It even followed me when I apparated back!

Is there a way to get rid of these things without having to kiss a total stranger? I've never --

( A picture is worth a thousand words )

It's rather unfortunate that weekends don't last longer. Two days of enjoying nothing but the sun and photographing around London and then Monday comes around and ruins everything. While it's understandable why there are five days in a work week, I would much prefer there being only four. Nevertheless, like I always do, I'm spending my lunch break at my desk with nothing but my sandwich and crisps to keep my company. At least there aren't any customers are here between twelve and one.

I did, however, go into London this weekend to photograph since I didn't have any plans. It was rather cold so I didn't get to stay all day, but the shots I did manage to get are ones I'm proud of. I've pasted them into here, but only for safe-keeping and because my other portfolios are full at the moment.

( Cut for Pictures )