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