I’m a Blogger Get Me Outta Here…

We’re surrounded by bugs. No not the the sickness kind (for once can you believe haven’t gotten ill this whole holiday *touches all the wood* not that kind of wood you filthy beggars). CREEPY CRAWLIES. Now when you consider the occupational hazards of working in the South or France I bet you wouldn’t think twiceContinue reading “I’m a Blogger Get Me Outta Here…”

Tour de France…

On our Tuesday off we decided we would make like the French and go for a bike ride through the sunflower fields. We’d have the wind in our hair and and a baguette in our baskets. A soundtrack of French music would be playing softly in the background. French boys would wave from their balconiesContinue reading “Tour de France…”

Oops I did it again…

A week ago I (very literally) crash landed into La Rochelle airport (thanks Ryanair) to begin my working holiday in the South of France. Yes, I really did do it again. Whoops. #I’mABloggerGetMeOutOfHere. The baby poo and sleepless nights of Spain apparently just weren’t enough to deter this…err…serial…working-holiday-ist? from another summer in the sun. YesContinue reading “Oops I did it again…”

They see me tempin’ they hatin’…

I’ve been up all night, tryna get that rich I’ve been work, work, work, work working on my shit. So, as it turns out, not only was I able to secure a little part time job at uni, but I’ve also been offered a Christmas temp position back at home (say what?). Such fun! (Not)Continue reading “They see me tempin’ they hatin’…”

Workin’ 9 to 5…

So as it turns out, Overpacked may just be on her way to being paid. Yes you did just read that right. And yes, I am well aware that I sound like a pretentious twat when I refer to myself in the third person. Such fun. Not overpaid mind you, which is what I actuallyContinue reading “Workin’ 9 to 5…”

Nineteen…

It’s happening….the teenagepocalypse. I woke up the other day and realised that I have ONE more year of my entire life left as a teenager. One more year until I have no excuse not to be an independent, fully functional, self-sustaining adult. I have exactly 330 days to do the stupidest shit possible before IContinue reading “Nineteen…”