Dear Diary,
Nothing much to report of late, really. Went to Joe's mate in Lancaster's house again at the weekend, had a mini pub crawl and many MANY Wii/Xbox tournaments, followed by fry-up in town the next day. Pretty fanatastic night! Although, as usual, Chris's girlfriend was completely immature and whiny, complaining about the tea that had been MADE for us, whingeing when we tried to distract her on the Wii (um...... EVERYONE was doing it to EVERYONE ELSE) and bagging the spare bedroom with the double bed - glaring at Joe and I as if telling us they were the Alpha-Couple, and we get the single-bed room. Daft bitch. Oh well, the single bed didn't prove all that restrictive for the half hour Joe was "looking after" me upstairs cos I "didn't feel too well." Another thing to strike off my before-I'm-30 list (seriously now, I need to write that out before I forget every goddamn thing on it)!!! To Joe's credit, he seems to have taken my hints on board and become more adventurous. Things are looking good!
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Current Mood: chilled
Current Music: "Don't stop" - Ke$ha!
Sunday, 21 February 2010
Monday, 15 February 2010
Valentine's Day, and other shenanigans
Dear Diary,
Well, I have to say, things are certainly picking up! In fact, it's safe to say I've had possibly a few of the best weeks ever!
Starting on Monday last week, managed to land myself not only an entire 5 days working for the temp agency, but also EVERY SINGLE NIGHT (bar Friday) in the pub! What have I DONE to deserve such wealth? (Apart from paying my dues by signing on every fucking week for 2 years, grrrrrr......) Got sent to a cafe in Salford for the week, a lovely trendy little place tucked away in the corner of some huge business complex - which meant a load of hotties in business suits coming in for lunch, maximum sandwich-based flirting with the hot businessmen, (seriously, is it a REQUIREMENT that you have to be beautiful to work in that field? I didn't see a dog among them!!) and a free wrap at the end of each day. Not to mention it was fun whizzing off on the tram every evening to go to my "other job" at the pub. LOADED!!!
Downsides included: gazing wistfully at the elite in their shiny suits, wishing like crazy I could be on the other side, knackered burning feet, and a female customer in a pencil-skirt suit so stunning she literally turned me full-on gay for 10 minutes. Before I was then swallowed by a despairing black hole of "GOOD CHRIST, WHY DON'T I LOOK LIKE THAT???!!!" straight-woman thoughts of anxiety. Fun times!
Other downsides: Being late 3 out of the 5 days thanks to the pissing trams cocking up completely, crashing, breaking down and every other thing, making me look completely unreliable. Not to mention the last day - where I attempted to get a wandering customer's attention by whistling (perfectly normal, in the pub) only to be told he was the brother of the man taking over the cafe next week. Was berated in the kitchen for calling him "like a dog," not thinking before I acted, and possibly tainting the other girl from my agency with the same brush, meaning she might not get work again (jeez, over-react, much?). Spent the last half hour with a burning face before fleeing at 4. Handed my timesheet in at the agency and explained about the whislte, should any complaining phone calls have been made. But they were fine with it, and told me the other agency girl was DEFINATELY over-reacting. Phew!
Had a text from Kyle as well. Bad news is, he's now a single man after a 3-year relationship ended. Good news is, he's coming over for a night out! And since I'm now fecking WADDED, should be an interesting evening.......!
Valentine's Day was a particularly lovely affair this year......... as opposed to 2008 where I went for a pre-booked meal with Aaron about 2 weeks after he'd dumped me. Well, it seemed a waste of a good curry and I wanted to part on good terms - until a month later where I smacked him one, anyway. I know, I'm spineless. But anyway, this year was much happier, thanks to a £20 3-course meal from Marks and Sparks, and thanks to Shaun for actually LENDING me the £20. Due to complete lack of funds from both parties, Joe came over for a lovely meal I'd heated (I mean, cooked) which turned out to be absolutely AMAZING.
MENU:
STARTER:
Smoked Salmon and Mousse parcels
MAIN COURSE:
Lamb cutlets with a mint pea sauce and chips
DESSERT:
Melting chocolate pudding
EXTRAS:
Rose' Champagne
Single red rose (which stood at the end of the table)
How INCREDIBLE is that??! All that for £20!! Anyway, the meal went without a hitch, Joe LOVED the decorations (rose and candles) and food, and everything was wonderful. I gave him a photo collage in a frame of all our adventures and shenanigans (Blackpool, New Year, picnics, etc.....) and he gave me a charm for a bracelet he assured was coming after the next payday. Went back to his and spent a pretty sweet night together.
So there you have it, my first proper Valentine's Day! TOTALLY worth the wait.
Today I also happened to go to town for a mini-interview and some paperwork filling. But that's a story for another day!
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Current Mood: Happy and relaxed
Current Music: "Hole in my shoe" - Nigel Planer
Well, I have to say, things are certainly picking up! In fact, it's safe to say I've had possibly a few of the best weeks ever!
Starting on Monday last week, managed to land myself not only an entire 5 days working for the temp agency, but also EVERY SINGLE NIGHT (bar Friday) in the pub! What have I DONE to deserve such wealth? (Apart from paying my dues by signing on every fucking week for 2 years, grrrrrr......) Got sent to a cafe in Salford for the week, a lovely trendy little place tucked away in the corner of some huge business complex - which meant a load of hotties in business suits coming in for lunch, maximum sandwich-based flirting with the hot businessmen, (seriously, is it a REQUIREMENT that you have to be beautiful to work in that field? I didn't see a dog among them!!) and a free wrap at the end of each day. Not to mention it was fun whizzing off on the tram every evening to go to my "other job" at the pub. LOADED!!!
Downsides included: gazing wistfully at the elite in their shiny suits, wishing like crazy I could be on the other side, knackered burning feet, and a female customer in a pencil-skirt suit so stunning she literally turned me full-on gay for 10 minutes. Before I was then swallowed by a despairing black hole of "GOOD CHRIST, WHY DON'T I LOOK LIKE THAT???!!!" straight-woman thoughts of anxiety. Fun times!
Other downsides: Being late 3 out of the 5 days thanks to the pissing trams cocking up completely, crashing, breaking down and every other thing, making me look completely unreliable. Not to mention the last day - where I attempted to get a wandering customer's attention by whistling (perfectly normal, in the pub) only to be told he was the brother of the man taking over the cafe next week. Was berated in the kitchen for calling him "like a dog," not thinking before I acted, and possibly tainting the other girl from my agency with the same brush, meaning she might not get work again (jeez, over-react, much?). Spent the last half hour with a burning face before fleeing at 4. Handed my timesheet in at the agency and explained about the whislte, should any complaining phone calls have been made. But they were fine with it, and told me the other agency girl was DEFINATELY over-reacting. Phew!
Had a text from Kyle as well. Bad news is, he's now a single man after a 3-year relationship ended. Good news is, he's coming over for a night out! And since I'm now fecking WADDED, should be an interesting evening.......!
Valentine's Day was a particularly lovely affair this year......... as opposed to 2008 where I went for a pre-booked meal with Aaron about 2 weeks after he'd dumped me. Well, it seemed a waste of a good curry and I wanted to part on good terms - until a month later where I smacked him one, anyway. I know, I'm spineless. But anyway, this year was much happier, thanks to a £20 3-course meal from Marks and Sparks, and thanks to Shaun for actually LENDING me the £20. Due to complete lack of funds from both parties, Joe came over for a lovely meal I'd heated (I mean, cooked) which turned out to be absolutely AMAZING.
MENU:
STARTER:
Smoked Salmon and Mousse parcels
MAIN COURSE:
Lamb cutlets with a mint pea sauce and chips
DESSERT:
Melting chocolate pudding
EXTRAS:
Rose' Champagne
Single red rose (which stood at the end of the table)
How INCREDIBLE is that??! All that for £20!! Anyway, the meal went without a hitch, Joe LOVED the decorations (rose and candles) and food, and everything was wonderful. I gave him a photo collage in a frame of all our adventures and shenanigans (Blackpool, New Year, picnics, etc.....) and he gave me a charm for a bracelet he assured was coming after the next payday. Went back to his and spent a pretty sweet night together.
So there you have it, my first proper Valentine's Day! TOTALLY worth the wait.
Today I also happened to go to town for a mini-interview and some paperwork filling. But that's a story for another day!
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Current Mood: Happy and relaxed
Current Music: "Hole in my shoe" - Nigel Planer
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
Pubs and parties
Dear Diary,
Not much happened in the past few weeks, to be honest. I do lead a ridiculously boring life at times.
On the plus side, had plenty of extra hours at work recently, including a few permanent ("for now") added shifts per week. Woohoo!! Unfortunately it's still the same environment, and now we have joined the 21st century in having a big screen installed - the place is full of men screaming as if the players can hear them, cursing as if they themselves wrote the rules on football and cheering as if they'd personally scored every goal.
Not to mention Pat being a complete dick for no reason whatsoever, and then slating me for "not being polite to punters." Erm, hello? I practically wrote the BOOK on polite. I do everything to avoid offending people (to the point where my own wishes sometimes take a backseat) and I was brought up properly, thank you very much. But I was also taught that respect should be earned...... and frankly there's only 30% of the people that frequent the pub that have my respect so far.
Oh well, in brighter news, there is a potential new job on the horizon!! It's in the city, customer service and all that jazz, so my details are currently residing with yet another agency. Let's see how well this one pans out.......
Referring back to the hiatus I suggested way back in December - despite it originally being my idea, I seem to have had one forced upon me recently....... Stayed at Joe's for 4 solid night's this week, and we didn't have sex once. I'll be frank, I'm not entirely enjoying this - how is he so very tired every night when he doesn't even have work to go to? Or am I being demanding again? Answers on a postcard!
Having said that, the weekend was incredibly enjoyable. Went up to Lancaster for a housewarming party Joe's friend was throwing. All I remember from the night was playing a shit-load of "Rock Band" (I kicked ass and took names on Bass), sitting outside talking to a Brazilian girl for hours (she was smoking, Joe went nuts upon thinking I had too) Matt walking out the house at 3am and, despite me following in my pyjamas, pinning him to the wall and telling him NOT to - ran off up the road. I tried to follow, Joe got pissed off that I was running down the street in pyjamas (can I just point out there was NO-ONE around) and told me to "get inside and leave him." Nice!
Well, at least the story had a happy (well, funny) end - Matt came back at 8am, scratched to shit and exhausted. Apparently he'd walked all the way to the COAST (Joe's friend lives nowhere NEAR the coast), got tangled in a bush for 2 hours and ended up getting a taxi back. He'd also lost his phone and gained about 1,563 scratches all over his body - which he ashamedly displayed (VERY nice, I should point out. What? A girl can look!) Anyway, we went to Wetherspoons and scranned down on a fry up before heading home.
All in all, a fun weekend!
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Not much happened in the past few weeks, to be honest. I do lead a ridiculously boring life at times.
On the plus side, had plenty of extra hours at work recently, including a few permanent ("for now") added shifts per week. Woohoo!! Unfortunately it's still the same environment, and now we have joined the 21st century in having a big screen installed - the place is full of men screaming as if the players can hear them, cursing as if they themselves wrote the rules on football and cheering as if they'd personally scored every goal.
Not to mention Pat being a complete dick for no reason whatsoever, and then slating me for "not being polite to punters." Erm, hello? I practically wrote the BOOK on polite. I do everything to avoid offending people (to the point where my own wishes sometimes take a backseat) and I was brought up properly, thank you very much. But I was also taught that respect should be earned...... and frankly there's only 30% of the people that frequent the pub that have my respect so far.
Oh well, in brighter news, there is a potential new job on the horizon!! It's in the city, customer service and all that jazz, so my details are currently residing with yet another agency. Let's see how well this one pans out.......
Referring back to the hiatus I suggested way back in December - despite it originally being my idea, I seem to have had one forced upon me recently....... Stayed at Joe's for 4 solid night's this week, and we didn't have sex once. I'll be frank, I'm not entirely enjoying this - how is he so very tired every night when he doesn't even have work to go to? Or am I being demanding again? Answers on a postcard!
Having said that, the weekend was incredibly enjoyable. Went up to Lancaster for a housewarming party Joe's friend was throwing. All I remember from the night was playing a shit-load of "Rock Band" (I kicked ass and took names on Bass), sitting outside talking to a Brazilian girl for hours (she was smoking, Joe went nuts upon thinking I had too) Matt walking out the house at 3am and, despite me following in my pyjamas, pinning him to the wall and telling him NOT to - ran off up the road. I tried to follow, Joe got pissed off that I was running down the street in pyjamas (can I just point out there was NO-ONE around) and told me to "get inside and leave him." Nice!
Well, at least the story had a happy (well, funny) end - Matt came back at 8am, scratched to shit and exhausted. Apparently he'd walked all the way to the COAST (Joe's friend lives nowhere NEAR the coast), got tangled in a bush for 2 hours and ended up getting a taxi back. He'd also lost his phone and gained about 1,563 scratches all over his body - which he ashamedly displayed (VERY nice, I should point out. What? A girl can look!) Anyway, we went to Wetherspoons and scranned down on a fry up before heading home.
All in all, a fun weekend!
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