Tomorrow is making me nervous now. First of all I need to arrive early to steal a parking spot at the main carpark (I can't afford Cirencester rates (£1 an hour!) in the event I can't get one in the work carpark (remember this is a financial services place so my Micra is an eye sore against all the Audis, BMWs and Mercs, I shall obtain photographic evidence tomorrow for the Monkey Box) and secondly I have to, um, figure out where the hell I need to be, there are two buildings in various places in the High Street area of this company, so I shall be most confused. Actually, I'll just cop out and seek assistance from the reception in the SUPER POSH buidling (seriously it's BEYOND posh, if posh were a planet this place would be the moon).
OH NOES NERVOUS NOW! CONSOLE ME OR DIE FEBLE HUMAN SCUM.