Tomorrow, I have to go to the embassy to collect my visa, then it's straight to Heathrow. But first I have to calm my nerves. Y'see, I did something very, very dim: I googled my school. Isn't it amazing how much more vocal the people who hated their jobs are? I must have read the exact same person's account (word for word, spelling mistake for spelling mistake) across a dozen websites. But the whole episode has given me probable cause for doubt and panic (as if I actually needed any more) about the whole sorry mess. Oh well, it's too late to back down now. I already got a leaving present from work: It'd be plain embarrassing to go back.
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