Catch-up

Dear Diary,


Once again, you find me very boring. Not much to report since my horrific rapist's escapades on Sunday. The good news is, we've completely forgotten about it, and that's the line we're sticking to. Well, I'm speaking for him, really - I can't stop turning it over in my head like a poisonous flan. But, bygones, and all that malarkey.


Wasn't able to go swimming on Monday, due to once again having extra shifts. Whilst I'm not complaining about the extra moulah, it kind of sucks that I've only been able to swim with Joe once. It was kind of fun. But the shift - brrrrrr. Christ only knows what the "gang" (who stand at the end near the pumps) were drinking Monday night, but they seemed a lot more crude than usual. Indeed, to the point where we went from simple pleasantries to downright nastiness. Observe:


Man 1: "I like your skirt, Kat."
Kat: "Oh, thank you! Yeah, a lot of people like this...."
Man 1: "She's got a cracking pair of thighs our Kat, hasn't she?"
Kat: "Ha..... thanks."
Man 2: "I bet you're fantastic in bed as well, aren't you?"
Man 1: "Oh aye!"
Kat: "Well, it's not for me to say, but...."
Man 1: "Oh, she will be, I bet she's a right firecracker!"
Kat: "Oh, come on guys....."
Man 2: "I tell you what love, I'd need a bloody OXYGEN mask if you were sat on my face!"
Kat: "..........................??????????!!!!!!"

WHAT THE HELL??! I mean, who SAYS something like that out loud?! Especially to someone you barely know, about 40 years your junior! I mean, there is friendly barmaid banter, and then there is crossing the fucking line.
Having said that, I'm sure ANYONE would need an oxygen mask, should someone sit on their face for a long period of time...... Unless there's a safe way of doing it? Oh, the mind boggles.

Tuesday was nice. Since we weren't going to see each other till Friday, I met Joe after work and we went for a Pizza Hut. Good times! He's not too well at the moment.... like everyone in the country, he believes he has Swine Flu, since one person has it in his office. He seemed OK, mostly since he was doped up to the eyeballs with Lemsip and ProPlus. But he looked yummy in his shirt and tie, like those lovely men you walk past in town on their way home from work, looking all fine and professional. Mmmm..... I may have not-so-subtly hinted that I found the look very sexy. So dignified, eh?

Wednesday we did indeed meet for lunch, which we had in the train station bar. I found out that an amusement arcade were looking for staff - just to change money over and keep an eye on things, so I got an application form. When I got home, Mum said she'd rather I was unemployed than working in an amusement arcade.
I cannot fucking win!!!! I'm starting to despair now, there is simply no way of pleasing her or getting her off my back. Now she's talking about me going back to uni or taking a PGCE so I can teach Sign Language. I don't even WANT to be a teacher. But it seems, in this world, you can't do what you want to do anymore. That would be far too simple.

Working AGAIN tonight. Oh happy days.

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