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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