A mask, a task and an overall fail.

Hello. I know that I said I’d write a post today/yesterday (it’s just after midnight) about my first day of work but I know it will be long and I’ve left it too late. I have college in the morning so I need to be up early. However, if I don’t post anything then I would be letting myself down.

So last night I set myself a few tasks to be done today/yesterday/you know what I mean. First of all, I needed to go to the bank to change my address and get a new card as my current one has expired and I don’t know if I’ll get paid on it. Secondly, I had to finish my assessment that was due a week ago. And last of all I had to write up a couple more posts to go on here.
Well, well, well… Typical me managed to more or less fail all of my tasks. I thought the bank shut at half 5 but I sadly arrived at 5:01 just as it was shutting. Once I went to finish the last part of my assessment, I am added to a group chat made up of my classmates in which everyone is discussing the new assessment. Now bare in mind that I didn’t know this new assessment even existed – let alone that it’s due for tomorrow. So now I have something new to stress about, and the fact that every single person in the chat is saying how impossible it is doesn’t help either.
What would a normal person do in this situation?
Probably sit themselves down, study the shit out of the assessment and then try and get it started.
What would I do in this situation?
Well, in typical Finn fashion I let myself get distracted, start messing about, forget about my original assessment – which I managed to finish later on – and end up playing a game of chappy/ding dong ditch/chap door run/whatever you call annoyingly knocking at a door then running away. Yes, my childish self manages to persuade my flatmates to join in too. All of our attempts fail and no one even answers as we watch through the peephole, mimicking – or reliving – our younger selves. As that failed I weirdly suggest that we write funny death threats to leave at our neighbours doors. Again, no one answers. So, we end up moulding a mask made of tin foil to my face and changing my attire to ‘ski resort robot serial killer chic’ to try and scare passers by. This was also a fat fail. We retire to our boudoirs, time passes by and now here I am. I still have tomorrow to do my assessment though which isn’t too bad. I also forgot to mention my many memory attacks that I incurred today. Memory attacks, you ask?…
I can’t remember, sorry.
For this was another pointless post by maraudingminds G’night 🙈🔮🌃