Misfortune Accompanies Fortune

MY PASSPORT CAME.

My first adult passport. I had applied for it a few months before, but the bastards denied me it on some basis that my photo was wrong. But it finally came.

I was one month in to the final year of my Higher National Diploma in Administration with Information Technology. And, being me, I had the travel bug. Granted, administration is one of the few things that I'm actually good at, but I didn't want to spend all of my freaking life pushing buttons in some godforsa...