I miss having writing bursts that actually inspire to 'carry on' the story after 100 or so words.
I miss having the time on my hands to call myself a writer, where I can just sit and write for hours on end.
I miss Matthew Meadows. And owe him a sincere apology that I don't have a fuckin' clue how to start his story.
I miss writing for the hell of it, instead of having to worry about craft/layout/publishing needs/target audiences.
I miss having people who actually want to read and critique my work.
I miss being around other people who wanna be writers too.
I miss reading other people's stories.
:(
Tuesday 28 December 2010
Sunday 26 December 2010
I've only gone and eaten my own words, haven't I?
One of the nicest Christmases...
EVER
... this year.
No arguing with my mum. No bedbound spells with the flu. It all went ridiculously swimmingly.
:D
Wickedddddd.
Hope everyone else had a cool day too!
And can't WAIT to hit the sales on Tuesday!
YAAAAAY!
EVER
... this year.
No arguing with my mum. No bedbound spells with the flu. It all went ridiculously swimmingly.
:D
Wickedddddd.
Hope everyone else had a cool day too!
And can't WAIT to hit the sales on Tuesday!
YAAAAAY!
Friday 24 December 2010
It's Christmas Eve...
I am a firm believer that Christmas Eve is better than Christmas Day. Without a shadow of a doubt. The annual trepedation and excitement that builds up on that night while you're sat on the sofa in a brand new and crisp pair of PJs, watching 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' or 'A Christmas Carol', is so much better than the anti-climactic day afterwards, where the excitement of gifts disappears after minutes and the most eagerly-awaited meal of the year proves to be just another Sunday Roast with additional pigs-in-blankets.
Now, this is the first year where I've been this much of a BAH HUMBUG. The weather's been shocking, which has led to stressing about whether or not I can get home after work from Manchester etc. etc. I haven't been able to get paid until the 21st December, hence, having to buy Christmas presents in the mad rushes of the Arndale centre in my precious half-an-hour breaks at work. And breaking my inner pact with myself to ensure that I was out and in my own flat by Christmas time is still tearing me apart.
It should be a joyous occasion, I know.
But I DESPISE Christmas family traditions!
Because I know for a fact, that my mother will be pissed by noon so all the other minutes spent in the day will be ruined. Since moving back to live with my parent's after university, I have regressed into a teenager and am going through the teenage rebellion stage six years too late. I want my hair cut again (mostly because I know that it annoys my mum), I want my tattoo and some more ear piercings and I've started pissing off to my bedroom for hours on end within the day.
This, however, I will not be able to do tomorrow because, let's face it, it's Christmas bloody day. I'm not getting any presents because I'm saving up for my flat/house in the New Year. And the dinner tomorrow is going to be an even bigger shambles than it was yesterday.
Chances of having an argument with my mum on Christmas day - 4/1
Chances of suffering from the flu - 8/2 FAVOURITE
Chances of sitting through the Queen's speech - 3/1 (regrettably)
And chances of Saturday 25th December 2010 being a generally all-round good day - 100/1
No one really gambles anyway.
Now, this is the first year where I've been this much of a BAH HUMBUG. The weather's been shocking, which has led to stressing about whether or not I can get home after work from Manchester etc. etc. I haven't been able to get paid until the 21st December, hence, having to buy Christmas presents in the mad rushes of the Arndale centre in my precious half-an-hour breaks at work. And breaking my inner pact with myself to ensure that I was out and in my own flat by Christmas time is still tearing me apart.
It should be a joyous occasion, I know.
But I DESPISE Christmas family traditions!
Because I know for a fact, that my mother will be pissed by noon so all the other minutes spent in the day will be ruined. Since moving back to live with my parent's after university, I have regressed into a teenager and am going through the teenage rebellion stage six years too late. I want my hair cut again (mostly because I know that it annoys my mum), I want my tattoo and some more ear piercings and I've started pissing off to my bedroom for hours on end within the day.
This, however, I will not be able to do tomorrow because, let's face it, it's Christmas bloody day. I'm not getting any presents because I'm saving up for my flat/house in the New Year. And the dinner tomorrow is going to be an even bigger shambles than it was yesterday.
Chances of having an argument with my mum on Christmas day - 4/1
Chances of suffering from the flu - 8/2 FAVOURITE
Chances of sitting through the Queen's speech - 3/1 (regrettably)
And chances of Saturday 25th December 2010 being a generally all-round good day - 100/1
No one really gambles anyway.
Monday 20 December 2010
I attract weirdos...
Weirdo #1
I was waiting for the Hull train on platform 13 at Piccadilly and this guy sits next to me. He was drinking Red Bull and stank of sweat. He asked me which train was the Hull train and generally tried to make conversation with me but there was something a little off with him. I stood up when the train arrived, told him that this was the one he wanted and he stood RIGHT behind me waiting to get on the train. Got on, found a seat and tried to mentally communicate with everyone who walked past me to sit next to me. But, my luck, Red Bull fan sat next to me.
Wasn't very happy. Pretended to be asleep, which I think he bought until Stalybridge, where he then proceeded to badger me with stupid questions like, "You seem very tired," AFTER 'WAKING ME UP' and "What are you doing this Christmas?" After expressing my reluctance with staying at my parents he then proceeded to ask me if I wanted to go back to his country with him and spend Christmas there and, on my refusal, said that I should get to know him and that girls are allowed to have boys who are friends... BEFORE LEADING IT ONTO SOMETHING MORE.
Now there I drew the line. I said very loudly on the train, "I don't wanna spend time with you this Christmas and, to be honest, you're making me feel a little uncomfortable," to which he shut up and left me alone, seeing as I'd attracted half the carriage.
Bollucks.
Weirdo #2
Short and sweet. On the bus home from work tonight, when a pissed up old man on the bus was getting off, he leaned into me and said... wait for it...
"Keep smiling, love. You'll get a boyfriend that way."
@_@
HOW DID HE KNOW?!
Am I a magnet for creepy men?!
Double bollucks.
Get me out of here.
I was waiting for the Hull train on platform 13 at Piccadilly and this guy sits next to me. He was drinking Red Bull and stank of sweat. He asked me which train was the Hull train and generally tried to make conversation with me but there was something a little off with him. I stood up when the train arrived, told him that this was the one he wanted and he stood RIGHT behind me waiting to get on the train. Got on, found a seat and tried to mentally communicate with everyone who walked past me to sit next to me. But, my luck, Red Bull fan sat next to me.
Wasn't very happy. Pretended to be asleep, which I think he bought until Stalybridge, where he then proceeded to badger me with stupid questions like, "You seem very tired," AFTER 'WAKING ME UP' and "What are you doing this Christmas?" After expressing my reluctance with staying at my parents he then proceeded to ask me if I wanted to go back to his country with him and spend Christmas there and, on my refusal, said that I should get to know him and that girls are allowed to have boys who are friends... BEFORE LEADING IT ONTO SOMETHING MORE.
Now there I drew the line. I said very loudly on the train, "I don't wanna spend time with you this Christmas and, to be honest, you're making me feel a little uncomfortable," to which he shut up and left me alone, seeing as I'd attracted half the carriage.
Bollucks.
Weirdo #2
Short and sweet. On the bus home from work tonight, when a pissed up old man on the bus was getting off, he leaned into me and said... wait for it...
"Keep smiling, love. You'll get a boyfriend that way."
@_@
HOW DID HE KNOW?!
Am I a magnet for creepy men?!
Double bollucks.
Get me out of here.
Sunday 19 December 2010
It's been a while...
Commuting to and from Manchester most days is starting to take it's tole on me...
AND IT'S ONLY WEEK TWO!
Absolutely gutted. I'm up at 7am most mornings to fight over the shower with my brother and then run down to catch the bus, a human invention that I'm fast growing to despise. Then on the train, which I don't really mind. 8 and a half hours of work in the day and then back on up to Piccadilly station, on a train, on a bus and walk home. By this time, I'm lucky if I get home for 8pm... where I'm usually too shattered to do much else then to strip off, put some PJs on, take a load off, watch some telly, climb into bed and sleep before doing it all again the next morning.
But I'm glad that I'm finally doing something. It's annoying that the world's suddenly started to go all 'The Day After Tomorrow' on us and fuck up my day. No doubt, my constant fear of falling over in public will materialise some point soon... despite the fact that I'm remaining constantly vigilant.
I'm making 'friends' at work. Not enough to be invited round for dinner or anything yet but it's a start. I've called a chavvy colleague a 'dog', to which his response was, "You know, it normally takes people about a month to come out of their shell but you don't really give a shit, do you?"
:)
Soooo many people have got my name wrong and said, 'Laura' or 'Lorna' or 'Lauren'. But I don't mind. It's an odd name, I know. At least people remember me now for a being a nerd with a weird name. The fact that I actually have a friendly personality - even in the intimidating environment that Specsavers was, on the first couple of days - is just an added bonus.
An even better first impression I think so was for the lovely ladies in the office, where I was invited up for measurements for the new uniform. So you can imagine, standing in a room crowded with other people taking measurements, was not the best of times to find out that your bum is a good inch bigger than your boobs...
Not the biggest revelation for a woman ever, but the fact that my tits are the size of small countries anyway, it's slightly alarming.
:/
Nevertheless, roll on the upcoming weeks.
Objective of the week: Make more friends.
AND IT'S ONLY WEEK TWO!
Absolutely gutted. I'm up at 7am most mornings to fight over the shower with my brother and then run down to catch the bus, a human invention that I'm fast growing to despise. Then on the train, which I don't really mind. 8 and a half hours of work in the day and then back on up to Piccadilly station, on a train, on a bus and walk home. By this time, I'm lucky if I get home for 8pm... where I'm usually too shattered to do much else then to strip off, put some PJs on, take a load off, watch some telly, climb into bed and sleep before doing it all again the next morning.
But I'm glad that I'm finally doing something. It's annoying that the world's suddenly started to go all 'The Day After Tomorrow' on us and fuck up my day. No doubt, my constant fear of falling over in public will materialise some point soon... despite the fact that I'm remaining constantly vigilant.
I'm making 'friends' at work. Not enough to be invited round for dinner or anything yet but it's a start. I've called a chavvy colleague a 'dog', to which his response was, "You know, it normally takes people about a month to come out of their shell but you don't really give a shit, do you?"
:)
Soooo many people have got my name wrong and said, 'Laura' or 'Lorna' or 'Lauren'. But I don't mind. It's an odd name, I know. At least people remember me now for a being a nerd with a weird name. The fact that I actually have a friendly personality - even in the intimidating environment that Specsavers was, on the first couple of days - is just an added bonus.
An even better first impression I think so was for the lovely ladies in the office, where I was invited up for measurements for the new uniform. So you can imagine, standing in a room crowded with other people taking measurements, was not the best of times to find out that your bum is a good inch bigger than your boobs...
Not the biggest revelation for a woman ever, but the fact that my tits are the size of small countries anyway, it's slightly alarming.
:/
Nevertheless, roll on the upcoming weeks.
Objective of the week: Make more friends.
Thursday 9 December 2010
"So it begins..."
No, this is not an ode to 'Lord of the Rings'. But a celebration of the moment I commenced work at Specsavers in the Arndale in Manchester.
Well, it all began on Tuesday to be exact. But as I'm staying over at a friend's this week to ease settling into work a little better, I haven't been able to get my arse to a laptop long enough to chill and write this blog. However, here we are now.
I'm not going to lie to you... It was soooooo freakin' daunting the first day. With 75 members of staff within the store...
OH-EM-GEE
I walked into the staff meeting as shy as God knows what! I stole away with a cookie for breakfast (complimentary, of course) as I didn't want to look like a greedy bastard on my first day...
So aye, played Pictionary/Charades in the morning to celebrate what sounds like a pretty phenomenal Awards Ceremony on Saturday... Absolutely GUTTED I missed out on it. Rumours clarify that it was all very sex, drugs and rock and roll which I can't wait to get involved with.
:)
And then I got started. I'm on the Pretests Department, who get people ready for the Optometrist. AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S REALLY COOL!?! I actually get to use some of the machines and take pictures of the back of people's eyes!
Like this!
And thenwe send them off the the Optometrist to do the rest.
It's a really cool environment to work in. Already, after my third day, I feel ecstatic that I'm there! Maybe it's only the fact that I've been unemployed for moooooooooonths, I don't know. But I know that I'm very very thankful that I went onto the Arndale website and checked for this job in the first place.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Am shattered though, like. I'm not used to being on my feet 10 hours a day! Maye have to indulge myself in a footspa when I get my arse down to Manchester finally.
Workin' 9 till 5...
;)
Well, it all began on Tuesday to be exact. But as I'm staying over at a friend's this week to ease settling into work a little better, I haven't been able to get my arse to a laptop long enough to chill and write this blog. However, here we are now.
I'm not going to lie to you... It was soooooo freakin' daunting the first day. With 75 members of staff within the store...
OH-EM-GEE
I walked into the staff meeting as shy as God knows what! I stole away with a cookie for breakfast (complimentary, of course) as I didn't want to look like a greedy bastard on my first day...
 |
| You go, cute little hamster. |
So aye, played Pictionary/Charades in the morning to celebrate what sounds like a pretty phenomenal Awards Ceremony on Saturday... Absolutely GUTTED I missed out on it. Rumours clarify that it was all very sex, drugs and rock and roll which I can't wait to get involved with.
:)
And then I got started. I'm on the Pretests Department, who get people ready for the Optometrist. AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S REALLY COOL!?! I actually get to use some of the machines and take pictures of the back of people's eyes!
Like this!
 |
| Weeeeeeeird! |
And thenwe send them off the the Optometrist to do the rest.
It's a really cool environment to work in. Already, after my third day, I feel ecstatic that I'm there! Maybe it's only the fact that I've been unemployed for moooooooooonths, I don't know. But I know that I'm very very thankful that I went onto the Arndale website and checked for this job in the first place.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Am shattered though, like. I'm not used to being on my feet 10 hours a day! Maye have to indulge myself in a footspa when I get my arse down to Manchester finally.
Workin' 9 till 5...
;)
Saturday 4 December 2010
John Lewis Christmas Advert 2010
I love this advert. It makes me wanna go to John Lewis.
First time I watched it, I cried at the end.
First time I watched it, I cried at the end.
'Any Human Heart'
There's some pretty damn good shit on the box at the moment.
It all kicked off with 'Downton Abbey', which I am still ever so slightly mind-boggled at. Then I sat through 'Pillars of The Earth', Channel 4's slightly raunchy adaptation of Ken Follett's medieval tale of regicide and conflicts over power. Now, I'm watching 'Garrow's Law' on BBC 1 and there's something distinctly Sherlock-like about the smart lawyer who takes centre stage, albeit with a bit of a dodgy voice... Though he still doesn't top Benedict Cumberbatch.
;)
Now, I've just watched the first episode of 'Any Human Heart' on Channel 4OD. And I don't think at any one time in my life have I watched so many single one-off drama pieces that I've actually enjoyed too. 'Any Human Heart' is based on the novel by William Boyd and is shaping up to be another brilliant novel-adaptation from Channel 4.
Furthermore, I've finished writing the first episode of my own little TV mini-series for ITV, hopefully. Maybe mine will be on TV sometime soon too.
:)
It all kicked off with 'Downton Abbey', which I am still ever so slightly mind-boggled at. Then I sat through 'Pillars of The Earth', Channel 4's slightly raunchy adaptation of Ken Follett's medieval tale of regicide and conflicts over power. Now, I'm watching 'Garrow's Law' on BBC 1 and there's something distinctly Sherlock-like about the smart lawyer who takes centre stage, albeit with a bit of a dodgy voice... Though he still doesn't top Benedict Cumberbatch.
;)
Now, I've just watched the first episode of 'Any Human Heart' on Channel 4OD. And I don't think at any one time in my life have I watched so many single one-off drama pieces that I've actually enjoyed too. 'Any Human Heart' is based on the novel by William Boyd and is shaping up to be another brilliant novel-adaptation from Channel 4.
Furthermore, I've finished writing the first episode of my own little TV mini-series for ITV, hopefully. Maybe mine will be on TV sometime soon too.
:)
I love you, Lemsip
Well, no, not really. I only like you when you taste like blackcurrant. You smell nice but make me gip a little when I get to the bottom of the mug.
Nevertheless, I am relying on
YOU
... to sort my nose and eyes out in time for brand spanking new work on Tuesday.
Pleeeeeeeeease.
:)
Nevertheless, I am relying on
YOU
... to sort my nose and eyes out in time for brand spanking new work on Tuesday.
Pleeeeeeeeease.
:)
Wednesday 1 December 2010
BAH HUMBUG!!
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!
Normally, I wouldn't normally give a damn. But in my current mind state, the smallest of things is enough to rub me up the wrong way.
We are completely and utterly SNOWED IN. Huddersfield is in gridlock. It doesn't help that I live halfway up a bloody hill so on the off chance that I do risk it outdoors, the chance of me falling over is considerably more than normal better balanced folk. My street is full of cars that don't belong here because people who live in Scape can't get up the hill so very inconveniently park on our street instead. The buses aren't running so I can't get anywhere and everyone's going crazy! Morons are panic-buying bread, milk and the like in bundles because the forecast says it's going to be like this for the unforseeable future!
Sooooooooooo annoying!
And I start my job in Manchester next week! The weather had better ease off a bit at the end of this week. I've already arranged to stay at a friends on the Monday night to make sure I'm actually able to get into Manchester for my first day. Shocking.
Stop snowing for the love of GOD. The novelty's wearing off.
And I don't have a pair of gloves to keep my pinkies warm in the cold.
:'(
Sunday 28 November 2010
A Message to 'The X Factor'...
GET THE FUCK OFF MY TV.
Regrettably, my mother is a fan and if she's not watching it pissed as a fart on Saturday night, she's hogging the telly with it on Sunday. ITV - Why the hell do you need to repeat stuff all over again? If people didn't watch it first time round, it means they don't wanna! If you're struggling to find new shows to fill in these many hours, then bang your friggin' heads together and START COMING UP WITH SHOWS THAT YOUR VIEWERS ACTUALLY WANNA WATCH!
I am sick of having to scrutinise what other people call entertainment. The fashion war between Dannii and Cheryl?! Do on. Get over yourselves. Instead of spending all that money on dresses and hair, spend it on something that really matters. Save a bit of your self-respect. You're there to judge. And if you ask my, Cheryl Cole's not doing it properly. You're paid to give your honest critique on how the 'contestants' are singing, not sit there and look pretty. Grow a backbone and live up to the plate.
As for the contestants, it's commercial madness. The amount of 'bad press' that's been speculating around these people is ridiculous! Perhaps you should tell your friends and family to keep their traps shut and be a little more gracious about what's being said about you.
Find something better to put on my TV set on a Saturday night.
It's the judge's show and no one elses.
Sit the FUCK down, Cheryl.
Regrettably, my mother is a fan and if she's not watching it pissed as a fart on Saturday night, she's hogging the telly with it on Sunday. ITV - Why the hell do you need to repeat stuff all over again? If people didn't watch it first time round, it means they don't wanna! If you're struggling to find new shows to fill in these many hours, then bang your friggin' heads together and START COMING UP WITH SHOWS THAT YOUR VIEWERS ACTUALLY WANNA WATCH!
I am sick of having to scrutinise what other people call entertainment. The fashion war between Dannii and Cheryl?! Do on. Get over yourselves. Instead of spending all that money on dresses and hair, spend it on something that really matters. Save a bit of your self-respect. You're there to judge. And if you ask my, Cheryl Cole's not doing it properly. You're paid to give your honest critique on how the 'contestants' are singing, not sit there and look pretty. Grow a backbone and live up to the plate.
As for the contestants, it's commercial madness. The amount of 'bad press' that's been speculating around these people is ridiculous! Perhaps you should tell your friends and family to keep their traps shut and be a little more gracious about what's being said about you.
Find something better to put on my TV set on a Saturday night.
Sit the FUCK down, Cheryl.
Friday 26 November 2010
What to do!
I go months and months without a job and then when I do get a job, I get another phonecall for another interview!
Specsavers got back in touch with me and asked if it would be OK for me to start on Tuesday 7th December instead of the Tuesday coming as the other new-starters can't start until then.
THEN I got a phonecall from a lady from this Bridalwear place in the Arndale too and asked me for an interview Tuesday coming...
I need to start working ASAP and am gutted that Specsavers have put me back another week. But don't know whether to go for this interview with the Bridalwear store to weigh up my chances.
:/
What's a girl to do?
Specsavers got back in touch with me and asked if it would be OK for me to start on Tuesday 7th December instead of the Tuesday coming as the other new-starters can't start until then.
THEN I got a phonecall from a lady from this Bridalwear place in the Arndale too and asked me for an interview Tuesday coming...
I need to start working ASAP and am gutted that Specsavers have put me back another week. But don't know whether to go for this interview with the Bridalwear store to weigh up my chances.
:/
What's a girl to do?
Harry Potteeeeeeeer!
I've been pretty impressed with myself actually. I can't remember when I started re-reading 'The Deathly Hallows', but I was up in bed last night till the early hours finishing it. And at the end of it, it was like the ending of an era all over again.
It suddenly occured to me that when I first started reading the books, I didn't read them in order. It wasn't as bad as you think. I started with 'Chamber of Secrets' and read through to 'Goblet of Fire'. I think the books were free with a newspaper and, being the bookworm that I was, my parents ordered for me to get my noses into.
No way did I expect greatness. I remember looking at them and thinking, They're only a another series of books that are going to do O.K, etc. etc. etc.
How wrong was I and, probably, a lot of other people on the planet.
I haven't read the books for a long time. The last time I did was for the release of 'Deathly Hallows' so, being the nerd that I am, needed to refresh my mind of all the goings on in the previous books. And, having been slightly disappointed about 'Half-Blood Prince', I wanted something bigger and better.
The main thing that reading this last book has done to me, has reminded me how much I've changed. I can't place the year when I first started reading them but now I've finished at the age of 22, reading the minds and goings-on of 17 year olds.
Their life, their world, is so much better than ours. In the heat of the moment, people scream all over the place, "Fuck this, I'm going to Hogwarts." Oh, if only this was true.
Cinemas across the country are prebooked weeks in advance for 'Deathly Hallows: Part 1' and, sadly, I'm not one of them. Everytime I watch the trailer, I go a little bit crazy inside and wish that I was seeing it right now.
Absolutely gutted, I haven't prebooked tickets. Me and my friends normally go together but everyone's all over the world AKA the UK, at the minute and it's very hard to keep in touch.
I think I'd probably go and see it alone if I had to.
:)
It suddenly occured to me that when I first started reading the books, I didn't read them in order. It wasn't as bad as you think. I started with 'Chamber of Secrets' and read through to 'Goblet of Fire'. I think the books were free with a newspaper and, being the bookworm that I was, my parents ordered for me to get my noses into.
No way did I expect greatness. I remember looking at them and thinking, They're only a another series of books that are going to do O.K, etc. etc. etc.
How wrong was I and, probably, a lot of other people on the planet.
I haven't read the books for a long time. The last time I did was for the release of 'Deathly Hallows' so, being the nerd that I am, needed to refresh my mind of all the goings on in the previous books. And, having been slightly disappointed about 'Half-Blood Prince', I wanted something bigger and better.
The main thing that reading this last book has done to me, has reminded me how much I've changed. I can't place the year when I first started reading them but now I've finished at the age of 22, reading the minds and goings-on of 17 year olds.
Their life, their world, is so much better than ours. In the heat of the moment, people scream all over the place, "Fuck this, I'm going to Hogwarts." Oh, if only this was true.
Cinemas across the country are prebooked weeks in advance for 'Deathly Hallows: Part 1' and, sadly, I'm not one of them. Everytime I watch the trailer, I go a little bit crazy inside and wish that I was seeing it right now.
Absolutely gutted, I haven't prebooked tickets. Me and my friends normally go together but everyone's all over the world AKA the UK, at the minute and it's very hard to keep in touch.
I think I'd probably go and see it alone if I had to.
:)
Wednesday 24 November 2010
I'm getting the teeniest bit obssessed with...
LEGO STAR WARS.
My parents bought me a new Wii for my birthday and I've been one of the biggest nerds since. There's a way of transferring your saved games from one console to another.
But for the meantime, I'm busting my way through this bad boy. I'm already through the prequel levels and have started kicking some arse as Princess Leia.
'The Sims 3' has been distinctly forgotten on my laptop.
My parents bought me a new Wii for my birthday and I've been one of the biggest nerds since. There's a way of transferring your saved games from one console to another.
But for the meantime, I'm busting my way through this bad boy. I'm already through the prequel levels and have started kicking some arse as Princess Leia.
'The Sims 3' has been distinctly forgotten on my laptop.
EMPLOYMENT! THE RIGHT KIND!
After five months of searching, five months of penniless hours, five months of feeling like the biggest waste of space in the ENTIRE WORLD...
I HAVE A FULL-TIME, PERMANENT JOB AT SPECSAVERS, BABYYYYYY!
Absolutely ecstatic!
Can't wait to move down there!
Yaaaaaaaaaay!
I HAVE A FULL-TIME, PERMANENT JOB AT SPECSAVERS, BABYYYYYY!
Absolutely ecstatic!
Can't wait to move down there!
Yaaaaaaaaaay!
Tuesday 23 November 2010
Post-birthday blues...
Yes, it's happened. The thing that I have been looking forward to for about two months... My 22nd Birthday has been and gone in the blink of an eye. And I was left disappointed.
WARNING - This post is whiney and depressing. You may want to opt out of it now to save yourself from my teenage-like angsts.
I'm going to stop planning things for my birthday because for, perhaps, the third year running now, I have been left sorely disappointed.
It was pretty doomed from the start. The whole dress fiasco was stressing me out. I'm never really selfish but wanted to stand out on my birthday in the best possible dress I could have ever wanted. But it didn't happen. I was left with a dress that did not hide my huge belly. It was nice, but not the one I wanted.
I was ridiculously unorganised and didn't really let people know what was going on etc. etc. Entirely out of character and suffered from it in the long-run.
Normally, I always prat around in a pair of PJs until just before we're leaving so I don't ruin my dress, but carried on getting pestered by everyone to get changed into the dress that was too lowcut for my HUUUUUGE boobs. I looked like a bloody hooker.
I suppose it came together in the end. The very end.
But what has been the story of my life is that I am a heavyweight drinker. It takes me a SHIT LOAD to get drunk. Normally I can improvise and get around this by drinking wine or vodka or cider. But wine is not a 'going out' drink, vodka makes me ill the day after I've been drinking it and cider makes me bloated, which, let's face it, I already had my tits and arse on show - I didn't want my belly any bigger than what it normally is.
And what's really fucked me off is that I had absolutely NO MONEY to buy drinks once we were out. I took a lot of money out but it was my birthday money. I didn't want to piss it up the wall on drinks.
For once in my life, I've found myself sorely disappointed that my birthday is in November, where, at the moment, is the WORST TIME OF THE YEAR to have a birthday because everyone's so fuckin' skint.
Not to mention that fact that people pulled out of coming last week... a week where I was not looking forward to my birthday soooooo badly that I was close to cancelling on everyone and boxing myself up in my room and refusing to leave it on Saturday.
This will shock people who actually came out for my birthday (though I doubt any of them read my blog) because I did, kinda, have a good time. But I don't go out on nights out anymore which kills me because I love to dance and drink and see my friends.
I miss them. And the weekend was just not fun enough for me.
I couldn't even go and see Harry Potter on Sunday because I had to get back to Huddersfield for a JobSeekers consultation on Monday.
:'(
I genuinely think I may have a very very mild case of depression. It doesn't help that I'm unemployed, fat, single and don't have a social life at the moment.
The best thing of the night is this photo I suppose. I guess from the smile on my face it shows that I was having the time of my life. But in hindsight, I wish I'd have been more drunk and a little happier with myself. This will bring a lot of people down; I've even got a bit upset writing it.
I need to sort myself out.
No, wait. I need to get a job.
I didn't realise it would affect me this much. It's been five months.
WARNING - This post is whiney and depressing. You may want to opt out of it now to save yourself from my teenage-like angsts.
I'm going to stop planning things for my birthday because for, perhaps, the third year running now, I have been left sorely disappointed.
It was pretty doomed from the start. The whole dress fiasco was stressing me out. I'm never really selfish but wanted to stand out on my birthday in the best possible dress I could have ever wanted. But it didn't happen. I was left with a dress that did not hide my huge belly. It was nice, but not the one I wanted.
I was ridiculously unorganised and didn't really let people know what was going on etc. etc. Entirely out of character and suffered from it in the long-run.
Normally, I always prat around in a pair of PJs until just before we're leaving so I don't ruin my dress, but carried on getting pestered by everyone to get changed into the dress that was too lowcut for my HUUUUUGE boobs. I looked like a bloody hooker.
I suppose it came together in the end. The very end.
But what has been the story of my life is that I am a heavyweight drinker. It takes me a SHIT LOAD to get drunk. Normally I can improvise and get around this by drinking wine or vodka or cider. But wine is not a 'going out' drink, vodka makes me ill the day after I've been drinking it and cider makes me bloated, which, let's face it, I already had my tits and arse on show - I didn't want my belly any bigger than what it normally is.
And what's really fucked me off is that I had absolutely NO MONEY to buy drinks once we were out. I took a lot of money out but it was my birthday money. I didn't want to piss it up the wall on drinks.
For once in my life, I've found myself sorely disappointed that my birthday is in November, where, at the moment, is the WORST TIME OF THE YEAR to have a birthday because everyone's so fuckin' skint.
Not to mention that fact that people pulled out of coming last week... a week where I was not looking forward to my birthday soooooo badly that I was close to cancelling on everyone and boxing myself up in my room and refusing to leave it on Saturday.
This will shock people who actually came out for my birthday (though I doubt any of them read my blog) because I did, kinda, have a good time. But I don't go out on nights out anymore which kills me because I love to dance and drink and see my friends.
I miss them. And the weekend was just not fun enough for me.
I couldn't even go and see Harry Potter on Sunday because I had to get back to Huddersfield for a JobSeekers consultation on Monday.
:'(
I genuinely think I may have a very very mild case of depression. It doesn't help that I'm unemployed, fat, single and don't have a social life at the moment.
The best thing of the night is this photo I suppose. I guess from the smile on my face it shows that I was having the time of my life. But in hindsight, I wish I'd have been more drunk and a little happier with myself. This will bring a lot of people down; I've even got a bit upset writing it.
I need to sort myself out.
No, wait. I need to get a job.
I didn't realise it would affect me this much. It's been five months.
Thursday 18 November 2010
Two days!
I'M FINALLY GETTING EXCITED ABOUT MY BIRTHDAY ON SATURDAY!
Went into Manc on Tuesday to have a nosey around for pretty stuff for the weekend. Spent £100...
:(
... of which, I don't have, £50 on a dress that didn't fit. I was determined to find a way of making it fit, but I just simply cannot wear a zip-up dress until I've lost a little bit of weight. There was no way that that zip was actually going to go all the way up my back.
But it wasn't a completely wasted trip. I picked up a new going-out bag, that I was in dire need of i.e. I was sick of wearing the Primark one that nearly every girl on the planet has. I got a pair of magic knickers and handed out my CV to Specsavers which I had the interview for today.
Today, I decided that I wasn't destined to wear a red dress for my 22nd after all and refused point blank to buy a black one. So I settled for this one, a damn sight cheaper than a lot of the others instore. It doesn't look much in the picture but on, it looks reeeeally nice.
:)
So, YES, I am starting to get ridiculously excited about Saturday night. Admittedly a lot of people have pulled out at the last minute, but that's life.
Whether I make it to the casino or not at the end of the night, I know that it's gonna be a corker.
Also, may end up going to see HARRY POTTER & THE DEATHLY HALLOWS on Sunday afternoon as well as the puuuuuuur-fect hangover cure... Let's just hope I don't fall asleep in it, I may cry with disappointment with myself.
EEEEEEEEEK!
Went into Manc on Tuesday to have a nosey around for pretty stuff for the weekend. Spent £100...
:(
... of which, I don't have, £50 on a dress that didn't fit. I was determined to find a way of making it fit, but I just simply cannot wear a zip-up dress until I've lost a little bit of weight. There was no way that that zip was actually going to go all the way up my back.
But it wasn't a completely wasted trip. I picked up a new going-out bag, that I was in dire need of i.e. I was sick of wearing the Primark one that nearly every girl on the planet has. I got a pair of magic knickers and handed out my CV to Specsavers which I had the interview for today.
Today, I decided that I wasn't destined to wear a red dress for my 22nd after all and refused point blank to buy a black one. So I settled for this one, a damn sight cheaper than a lot of the others instore. It doesn't look much in the picture but on, it looks reeeeally nice.
:)
So, YES, I am starting to get ridiculously excited about Saturday night. Admittedly a lot of people have pulled out at the last minute, but that's life.
Whether I make it to the casino or not at the end of the night, I know that it's gonna be a corker.
Also, may end up going to see HARRY POTTER & THE DEATHLY HALLOWS on Sunday afternoon as well as the puuuuuuur-fect hangover cure... Let's just hope I don't fall asleep in it, I may cry with disappointment with myself.
EEEEEEEEEK!
Job Interview: Specsavers
Job interviews are becoming a weekly occurence for me. It's only unfortunate that I go on so many, think that they actually went well and then find out that I wasn't the one for the job anyway.
The other day I actually walked past Jane Norman in the Arndale and saw them training up the woman who should have been me. They could have had to decency to actually do what they said they were gonna do and ring me/write to me and tell me that I hadn't got the job.
Grrrrrr!
Never fear though, had a job interview today at Specsavers in the Arndale and was pleasantly surprised. The store hosts 75 employees all of which are competing for Employee of The Month along with the free holiday courtesy of the company! Needless to say, with comparison to Blockbusters, Specsavers DEFINITELY looks after its employees.
The store was pretty huge. Across three floors, I think the Assistant Manager told me... And they actually make the specs themselves! How cool is that!?
I was the least nervous I have ever been on a job interview today and that was partly due to the Assistant Manager stressing that this wasn't a formal interrogation. Otherwise, it was due to the fact that I've been on soooooo many interviews this summer that I rarely get nervous for them anymore.
If I've learnt anything through this disastrous stage of unemployment is that when you do get that elusive interview, just chill out, maaaaaan! I always stumble a little on my words but that's only because I wanna say the right thing and am trying to refrain from swearing too much in front of a potential future employer.
:/
Fingers crossed, today went well. When we were in one of the upstairs labs with a wide-eyed crazy kinda technician guy, he asked, "How did the interview go?" and I said, "I don't know, how did it go?" (to Kevin, the assistant manager) and then Kevin said, "I don't know, you tell me."
Then again, all these interviews that I've been on in the last few months that have gone well, obviously haven't because I'm still unemployed. Maybe I should have a little more faith in myself, I don't know.
I just can't believe that it's November and I'm still jobless.
Hopefully, this is it.
:)
The other day I actually walked past Jane Norman in the Arndale and saw them training up the woman who should have been me. They could have had to decency to actually do what they said they were gonna do and ring me/write to me and tell me that I hadn't got the job.
Grrrrrr!
Never fear though, had a job interview today at Specsavers in the Arndale and was pleasantly surprised. The store hosts 75 employees all of which are competing for Employee of The Month along with the free holiday courtesy of the company! Needless to say, with comparison to Blockbusters, Specsavers DEFINITELY looks after its employees.
The store was pretty huge. Across three floors, I think the Assistant Manager told me... And they actually make the specs themselves! How cool is that!?
I was the least nervous I have ever been on a job interview today and that was partly due to the Assistant Manager stressing that this wasn't a formal interrogation. Otherwise, it was due to the fact that I've been on soooooo many interviews this summer that I rarely get nervous for them anymore.
If I've learnt anything through this disastrous stage of unemployment is that when you do get that elusive interview, just chill out, maaaaaan! I always stumble a little on my words but that's only because I wanna say the right thing and am trying to refrain from swearing too much in front of a potential future employer.
:/
Fingers crossed, today went well. When we were in one of the upstairs labs with a wide-eyed crazy kinda technician guy, he asked, "How did the interview go?" and I said, "I don't know, how did it go?" (to Kevin, the assistant manager) and then Kevin said, "I don't know, you tell me."
Then again, all these interviews that I've been on in the last few months that have gone well, obviously haven't because I'm still unemployed. Maybe I should have a little more faith in myself, I don't know.
I just can't believe that it's November and I'm still jobless.
Hopefully, this is it.
:)
Monday 15 November 2010
Pre-birthday blues are setting in already...
:'(
Not a happy bunny, to be honest.
Then again, some retail therapy/jobhunting tomorrow may indeed cheer me up.
Hmmph. It's only going to get worse.
Again...
:'(
Not a happy bunny, to be honest.
Then again, some retail therapy/jobhunting tomorrow may indeed cheer me up.
Hmmph. It's only going to get worse.
Again...
:'(
Saturday 13 November 2010
Huddersfield is CRAP! Get me out of heeeeere!
I'm going a little bit psycho.
I haven't heard back from Jane Norman about the job, my jobhunting has noticably slackened and it's my birthday in a week. I've got hardly any money for a new dress and accessories etc., unemployment is not making me feel any better and, with regards to my own personal future, I am stuck between a rock and a hard place.
I feel as though I am running out of time.
I nipped into town today to pick up a dress that I want from River Island and, SHOCK HORROR, they don't have the slightest sniff of it in the Huddersfield branch. And the dresses that they do have only go up to size 10 and 12s! What kind of a world is this?!
I regret seeing Manchester over the last three years because it's pushed Huddersfield and what it has to offer waaaaaay down the pecking order. But I'm glad at the same time because I looooove Manchester. Comparisons between the two are becoming a regular occurence to me and three guesses over which one wins.
There are a couple of things that I suppose I am going to miss about Huddersfield when I finally get out of this dump.
The fact that the train station looks like the Clock Tower from 'Back To The Future' affirms my belief that that film is one of the best films of all time.
This majestic lion looks over me everytime I walk under him.
And my family (and some remaining friends) are here.
OTHERWISE...
It takes me half an hour on the bus to get into town. When I do get into town, the shops are always disappointed and full of chavvy/teenaged staff members. It's one of the WORST towns for GOSSIPING in the UK, I am sure! And the fact that it's in Yorkshire, the weather is always misleading, it's always freezing cold and I'm always walking facing the wind!! I sweeeeear, whatever I do to change it, God is looking down on me and thinking, 'Mmm, there's no harm is making this girl walk facing the wind FOR THE GAZILLIONTH TIME!!!'
Hhhhhmph!
I haven't heard back from Jane Norman about the job, my jobhunting has noticably slackened and it's my birthday in a week. I've got hardly any money for a new dress and accessories etc., unemployment is not making me feel any better and, with regards to my own personal future, I am stuck between a rock and a hard place.
I feel as though I am running out of time.
I nipped into town today to pick up a dress that I want from River Island and, SHOCK HORROR, they don't have the slightest sniff of it in the Huddersfield branch. And the dresses that they do have only go up to size 10 and 12s! What kind of a world is this?!
I regret seeing Manchester over the last three years because it's pushed Huddersfield and what it has to offer waaaaaay down the pecking order. But I'm glad at the same time because I looooove Manchester. Comparisons between the two are becoming a regular occurence to me and three guesses over which one wins.
There are a couple of things that I suppose I am going to miss about Huddersfield when I finally get out of this dump.
The fact that the train station looks like the Clock Tower from 'Back To The Future' affirms my belief that that film is one of the best films of all time.
This majestic lion looks over me everytime I walk under him.
And my family (and some remaining friends) are here.
OTHERWISE...
It takes me half an hour on the bus to get into town. When I do get into town, the shops are always disappointed and full of chavvy/teenaged staff members. It's one of the WORST towns for GOSSIPING in the UK, I am sure! And the fact that it's in Yorkshire, the weather is always misleading, it's always freezing cold and I'm always walking facing the wind!! I sweeeeear, whatever I do to change it, God is looking down on me and thinking, 'Mmm, there's no harm is making this girl walk facing the wind FOR THE GAZILLIONTH TIME!!!'
Hhhhhmph!
Friday 12 November 2010
It's that time of year again...
I am the former. I have read all the Harry Potter books, believe that my trivia surpasses most (despite the details on the last book being a little hazy) and am an avid admirer of the films. I'm re-reading 'Deathly Hallows' as we speak and am working my way through the films (I watched 'Harry Potter & The Chamber of Secrets' the other morning and cried LIKE A BABY at the end)...
Everytime I watch the trailer for Part 1, I actually get all excited in my gut and emit an annoying little squeal of excitement that only dogs can hear. I am revelling in all of the TV coverage that is broadcasting morning, noon and night. I even asked my Dad to pick up a copy of last week's Sunday Times, that was positively POTTERIFIC. There was a Harry Potter magazine devoted entirely to the final film and free poster... Though, alas, I recieved Daniel Radcliffe all sweaty and moody, instead of Mr Rupert Grint, all moody and sweaty.
:(
But regardless, I still haven't read through that magazine completely and share daily texts with a friend who is equally as obsessed with HP as I am.
Words of the World Premiere that happened last night - everyone looked absolutely fantastic. Helena Bonham-Carter never ceases to amaze me! Her hair was aaaaawesome! Geraldine Sommerville AKA Luna Lovegood is brunette! And the X Factor contestants hogged faaaaar too much of the limelight! Emphasis should have been on the stars!
Nevertheless, I'm a little bit gutted that Emma Watson wore a similar dress to what I have and regrettably, carried it off a lot better than me (seeing as she has obviously been recently tanned and regularly keeps that pot-belly off).
:/
It's out the day before my birthday and I would LOOOOOOVE for a birthday treat for me and my friends to go and see it! But I am faaaar too disorganised for this and know that I will have to wait a couple of weeks to go with my fellow Harry Potter fan and our quacky friends.
Ah well. Guess I'll just have to curl up with 'Prisoner of Azkaban' tonight instead.
P.S. How WEIRD do James and Oliver Phelps look without ginger hair!?!?
Wednesday 10 November 2010
I'm not dieing!
Went for my second check-up at the Doc's today. A few words about my first:-
I walked down late. I forgot my piss sample, so had to take it back in afterwards. I nearly fainted when she was taking my blood pressure on account of my FAT ARMS. And I weighed myself for the first time in about ten years - IN FRONT OF HER, so I couldn't babble about just not looking 10 stone...
;)
Needless to say, it was the most memerable doctor's appointment of my short and insignificant life so far. However, for the last month or so, I've been, quite frankly, shitting myself over the results of the poison that is my own urine. Of course, it's been the subject of many of my friend's jokes i.e. "You know she's going to get out a huge piece of paper, Laurie, and be like, 'Mmmm yes, you've got cyphalis, cancer, hepatytis...'" However you spell them.
BUT OH NO!
:)
My pee is crystal clear! She took my blood pressure again (and I managed to keep calm this time round) and it's gone down from last time! I should have really asked if it was still considered high because, let's face it, high blood-pressure at 21 is not a good thing.
:/
But I'm clear! She knows I'm overweight but she won't say, she's quite a nice missy. All smiley etc. etc. So I'm pretty glad that I had her this time round instead of some snot-faced cow who would be like, "Yes, for your size and height, your BMI means that you're morbidly obese and you're going to have to go on extreme dieting until you're a size zero."
But no! My doctor's lovely.
This afternoon wasn't half as stressful as I thought it was going to be.
Job's a good'un.
I walked down late. I forgot my piss sample, so had to take it back in afterwards. I nearly fainted when she was taking my blood pressure on account of my FAT ARMS. And I weighed myself for the first time in about ten years - IN FRONT OF HER, so I couldn't babble about just not looking 10 stone...
;)
Needless to say, it was the most memerable doctor's appointment of my short and insignificant life so far. However, for the last month or so, I've been, quite frankly, shitting myself over the results of the poison that is my own urine. Of course, it's been the subject of many of my friend's jokes i.e. "You know she's going to get out a huge piece of paper, Laurie, and be like, 'Mmmm yes, you've got cyphalis, cancer, hepatytis...'" However you spell them.
BUT OH NO!
:)
My pee is crystal clear! She took my blood pressure again (and I managed to keep calm this time round) and it's gone down from last time! I should have really asked if it was still considered high because, let's face it, high blood-pressure at 21 is not a good thing.
:/
But I'm clear! She knows I'm overweight but she won't say, she's quite a nice missy. All smiley etc. etc. So I'm pretty glad that I had her this time round instead of some snot-faced cow who would be like, "Yes, for your size and height, your BMI means that you're morbidly obese and you're going to have to go on extreme dieting until you're a size zero."
But no! My doctor's lovely.
This afternoon wasn't half as stressful as I thought it was going to be.
Job's a good'un.
Monday 8 November 2010
Oh Downton! Where did you go in my life?
Alas, the world has come to an end... 'Downton Abbey', my weekly hour of complete and utter writing heaven on ITV has ended... After seven glorious weeks, seven glorious episodes... I am left lonely.
:(
But it was a very good run.
The cleverest thing that it did before it was even aired was craft one of the best TV Drama adverts I have ever witnessed in my life. The best and most intriguing clips of the series were chipped and chopped and put together with Scala's 'Every Breath You Take', one of the most beautiful choir sets I've heard. Britain was ready for this slice of early 19th Century magnificence.
Julian Fellowes penned this masterpiece and I'm only sorely disappointed that I didn't come up with it first. Yet, he knows what he's talking about. He also wrote the very much noted 'Gosford Park' and the recent triumph, 'The Young Victoria'. But his escapades with Downton Abbey don't finish there... The second series is due to be released next year to an eagerly awaiting audience with new and more pressing matters to hand: the horrors of World War 1, the romances waiting to happen and the recurring point of Lord Grantham in desperate need of a male heir to inherit and keep the state of Downton Abbey within the family.
Next year could not come any sooner.
If you didn't watch it, get to HMV and buy it!
You won't regret it.
:)
:(
But it was a very good run.
The cleverest thing that it did before it was even aired was craft one of the best TV Drama adverts I have ever witnessed in my life. The best and most intriguing clips of the series were chipped and chopped and put together with Scala's 'Every Breath You Take', one of the most beautiful choir sets I've heard. Britain was ready for this slice of early 19th Century magnificence.
Julian Fellowes penned this masterpiece and I'm only sorely disappointed that I didn't come up with it first. Yet, he knows what he's talking about. He also wrote the very much noted 'Gosford Park' and the recent triumph, 'The Young Victoria'. But his escapades with Downton Abbey don't finish there... The second series is due to be released next year to an eagerly awaiting audience with new and more pressing matters to hand: the horrors of World War 1, the romances waiting to happen and the recurring point of Lord Grantham in desperate need of a male heir to inherit and keep the state of Downton Abbey within the family.
Next year could not come any sooner.
If you didn't watch it, get to HMV and buy it!
You won't regret it.
:)
Job Interview: Jane Norman MANCHESTER
O.K. So I have another job interview lined up! Got a phonecall from a lovely lady at Jane Norman in Manchester Arndale Centre last week for an interview tomorrow. Bit excited. Got the call the day after I gave them my CV. Fingers crossed, this is gonna be a good 'un.
And what I've enjoyed the most about researching the clothes line is that the lady asked me to produce a moodboard of all of the main fashion trends at the moment and how they relate to the clothes that are designed and sold in Jane Norman.
Took me down Memory Lane to all those days when I was sat like the nerd that I was in the middle of Miss Smith/Mrs Firth's Textiles classes doing elaborate moodboards that in NO WAY reflected the end shitty product.
:)
But it's been cool and relaxing times putting this moodboard together. I like to think that I am a little stylish... Even though all the times I buy ELLE magazine I'm either crying over the price of a particular item of clothing that I believe I cannot and should not have to live without OR weeping over the size of the mini models on the pages.
:/
My moodboard is O.K. Then again everything is when it comes to me - too much of a perfectionist, I can never let anything go and can always find something that I could do better... But I'm happy with it.
I'm going to knock their socks off regardless. I'm a wonderful employee to have in any store. The Disney Store proved that. I just couldn't afford to keep it on...
Let's hope that in a couple of days time, I will fiiiiiiiinally have that excuse to move to Manchester after all.
Wish me luck.
And what I've enjoyed the most about researching the clothes line is that the lady asked me to produce a moodboard of all of the main fashion trends at the moment and how they relate to the clothes that are designed and sold in Jane Norman.
Took me down Memory Lane to all those days when I was sat like the nerd that I was in the middle of Miss Smith/Mrs Firth's Textiles classes doing elaborate moodboards that in NO WAY reflected the end shitty product.
:)
But it's been cool and relaxing times putting this moodboard together. I like to think that I am a little stylish... Even though all the times I buy ELLE magazine I'm either crying over the price of a particular item of clothing that I believe I cannot and should not have to live without OR weeping over the size of the mini models on the pages.
:/
My moodboard is O.K. Then again everything is when it comes to me - too much of a perfectionist, I can never let anything go and can always find something that I could do better... But I'm happy with it.
I'm going to knock their socks off regardless. I'm a wonderful employee to have in any store. The Disney Store proved that. I just couldn't afford to keep it on...
Let's hope that in a couple of days time, I will fiiiiiiiinally have that excuse to move to Manchester after all.
Wish me luck.
Wednesday 3 November 2010
Time to invest in a pair of magic knickers, me thinks...
None of my friends will say it, but it's common knowledge that I've put on QUITE A FEW pounds since moving home from uni seeing as my dad's got the biggest sweet tooth imaginable and regularly stocks the cupboards with biscuits and the like.
So after the dreaded coffee incident this morning in that store in Manchester, I wandered around for a while and had a miraculous idea of popping into a couple of stores, well, who I am kidding myself,
THE MIGHT THAT IS RIVER ISLAND...
;)
... and having a nosey to see what dresses they have for my biiiiirthday.
Now, I've been eying up this beauty ever since I discovered it...
And the more I look at it the more I want a red dress for the big 22.
However, on trying this on, it was a little tight...
I knew I shouldn't have started trying dresses on (only to get disheartened when all my lumps and bumps were on show) without wearing a pair of those Magic Knickers that you always see on 'How To Look Good Naked'...
Furthermore, this length of dress does not suit me at all. 'Cos I'm a short arse, I need to have as much leg out as possible otherwise I end up looking shorter than what I actually am...
Either that or some of my repressed slutty tendencies may very well be coming through...
I do want a red dress after all.
Mmmmm...
I never knew I was this suggestive.
;)
So after the dreaded coffee incident this morning in that store in Manchester, I wandered around for a while and had a miraculous idea of popping into a couple of stores, well, who I am kidding myself,
THE MIGHT THAT IS RIVER ISLAND...
;)
... and having a nosey to see what dresses they have for my biiiiirthday.
Now, I've been eying up this beauty ever since I discovered it...
And the more I look at it the more I want a red dress for the big 22.
However, on trying this on, it was a little tight...
I knew I shouldn't have started trying dresses on (only to get disheartened when all my lumps and bumps were on show) without wearing a pair of those Magic Knickers that you always see on 'How To Look Good Naked'...
Furthermore, this length of dress does not suit me at all. 'Cos I'm a short arse, I need to have as much leg out as possible otherwise I end up looking shorter than what I actually am...
Either that or some of my repressed slutty tendencies may very well be coming through...
I do want a red dress after all.
Mmmmm...
I never knew I was this suggestive.
;)
This is TRAINING?!?
Yesterday, met up with Dean and Mike on account of wanting to hand a couple of CVs out round Manchester. Did the usual, took the piss out of each other and shivered in the torrential rain until Mike had to go to work.
So, I handed my CV in at this place that was, quite frankly, a mess. It was either a new store or was an old one getting refurbished. There were manic Chinese girls running around putting clothes on hangers and jewellery on shelves and she offered me the chance for 3 hours training that afternoon that would then determine if I was cut out for the job. Now, I was soaked through from the rain and Dean was waiting for me outside so I said I'm come back today and left.
I'd like to take this moment to say that I think the job was doomed from the start.
DOOMAGE #1// Absolutely SHITE night's sleep which included a nightmare no less, of getting the wrong train to the same job 'training' day and ending up in America instead of bloody Manchester.
DOOMAGE #2// Failure to get up early enough for a shower so had to load my head up with the good ol' Batiste Dry Shampoo.
DOOMAGE #3// Turning up at 10am, the alloted time we agreed, to an empty store except for one Polish man who was working on the walls who said, QUOTE, "Manager in 30 minutes. No now, 30 minutes."
:/
DOOMAGE #4// Not being able to understand a word of the manager's English even though, bless her soul, I knew she was really trying...
DOOMAGE #5// 3 hours 'training' ended up being 3 hours MANUAL LABOUR helping getting the store ready for opening in two days time... without getting paid!
DOOMAGE #6// Thus, after expressing my views on the subject that I don't work for free, on my way out of leaving the store after stuffing one fashion bag to fill it out, I knocked over a cup of coffee. I offered to clean it up but she was so angry with me that she was just like, "It's O.K. Just go! Just go!"
Hmmmmm...
And regarding which way you look at it...
DOOMAGE #7//PULLAGE #1//
Having a ridiculous amount of Marylin Monroe moments walking around the City of the North in this skirt and those blustering winds.
What a day.
So, I handed my CV in at this place that was, quite frankly, a mess. It was either a new store or was an old one getting refurbished. There were manic Chinese girls running around putting clothes on hangers and jewellery on shelves and she offered me the chance for 3 hours training that afternoon that would then determine if I was cut out for the job. Now, I was soaked through from the rain and Dean was waiting for me outside so I said I'm come back today and left.
I'd like to take this moment to say that I think the job was doomed from the start.
DOOMAGE #1// Absolutely SHITE night's sleep which included a nightmare no less, of getting the wrong train to the same job 'training' day and ending up in America instead of bloody Manchester.
DOOMAGE #2// Failure to get up early enough for a shower so had to load my head up with the good ol' Batiste Dry Shampoo.
DOOMAGE #3// Turning up at 10am, the alloted time we agreed, to an empty store except for one Polish man who was working on the walls who said, QUOTE, "Manager in 30 minutes. No now, 30 minutes."
:/
DOOMAGE #4// Not being able to understand a word of the manager's English even though, bless her soul, I knew she was really trying...
DOOMAGE #5// 3 hours 'training' ended up being 3 hours MANUAL LABOUR helping getting the store ready for opening in two days time... without getting paid!
DOOMAGE #6// Thus, after expressing my views on the subject that I don't work for free, on my way out of leaving the store after stuffing one fashion bag to fill it out, I knocked over a cup of coffee. I offered to clean it up but she was so angry with me that she was just like, "It's O.K. Just go! Just go!"
Hmmmmm...
And regarding which way you look at it...
DOOMAGE #7//PULLAGE #1//
Having a ridiculous amount of Marylin Monroe moments walking around the City of the North in this skirt and those blustering winds.
What a day.
Friday 29 October 2010
Three weeks tomorrow...
I didn't realise my birthday was this close until I was talking to my friend on the phone the other day.
THREE WEEKS TOMORROW.
I turn 22. The big fat old 2-2.
I've been told it's nothing special, but it will be to me because for the first time in about 4 years, my friends are getting together to share it with me. It hasn't happened in a long time and I'm hoping that everyone's going to get along. I'm going to be so busy keeping ontop of everyone, I'm going to be missing people out!
Also, I've been told that we're going to the casino when all the bars are closed to take full advantage of the 24-hour bar...
:)
Dead excited. I haven't seen my uni lot in a long time and friends from home are either skint/working all the time to do stuff.
It's gonna be fun.
:D
THREE WEEKS TOMORROW.
I turn 22. The big fat old 2-2.
I've been told it's nothing special, but it will be to me because for the first time in about 4 years, my friends are getting together to share it with me. It hasn't happened in a long time and I'm hoping that everyone's going to get along. I'm going to be so busy keeping ontop of everyone, I'm going to be missing people out!
Also, I've been told that we're going to the casino when all the bars are closed to take full advantage of the 24-hour bar...
:)
Dead excited. I haven't seen my uni lot in a long time and friends from home are either skint/working all the time to do stuff.
It's gonna be fun.
:D
Wednesday 27 October 2010
I wish my friends had the same music taste as me...
Because there are sooooo many AWESOME bands out there that I wanna see but no one I know likes them...
:(
Here are a few:-
MARINA & THE DIAMONDS
MUSE
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE (for kicks :D)
MILEY CYRUS (bit of an odd one but fuck it!)
MGMT
GLASVEGAS
EVANESCENCE (with Amy Lee)
POSTAL SERVICE
SIGUR ROS
JOSHUA RADIN
EXAMPLE
HELLOGOODBYE
O.K., a little more than a few...
But aye, let's go and see some of them!!
:D
:(
Here are a few:-
MARINA & THE DIAMONDS
MUSE
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE (for kicks :D)
MILEY CYRUS (bit of an odd one but fuck it!)
MGMT
GLASVEGAS
EVANESCENCE (with Amy Lee)
POSTAL SERVICE
SIGUR ROS
JOSHUA RADIN
EXAMPLE
HELLOGOODBYE
O.K., a little more than a few...
But aye, let's go and see some of them!!
:D
It wasn't a waste of 3 years after all...
My three years at university were, most probably, the best three years of my life. I've met some of the most fantastic people I ever though possible and learnt so much in regards to my own writing that what I wrote four years ago is nothing to what I write now.
Now, I'm my worst critic. I always try on being the best of my abilities in everything that I do... But I'm not pompous. It's a quality that I think makes a lot of people very vulgar and ugly. So, let's hope that I don't sound too much of a hypocrite here...
I attained a grade 2:1 at university. And regrettably, I was disppointed. My final portfolios were the best I'd been able to muster. The weekend the final Media and Writing assignments were in, I probably had a total of approx. seven hours sleep over three days. I was in the computer block on campus every day for two weeks, becoming part of the furniture myself. My lack of sleep left me horribly forgetting my friends and 'upgrading' them with doing final pieces of work on my portfolio. I was bleary-eyed for ten days, pale-skinned from lack of seeing the sun outside and therefore, didn't want to see those portfolios back for the rest of my life...
My 2:1 grade was greeted with half-hearted smiles at the bus stop where my mum had brought it down to me, she was eager to see what I'd got. On being phoned up by other course friends, I wasn't very talkative on my grade, which led to lies on both halves of being 'too boggled and modest' to brag about it.
But at the time (and for a good few weeks after), I believed that I had been cheated. I should have got a 1st. I should have got top of the class. All my life I've been in second place, I was getting myself into debt for this chance to come out with a 1st!
As you can tell, it all got a little dramatic. I was sick of telling people that it was only a 2:1 that I'd got, it should have been a 1st...
But months passed.
On Monday, I headed back down to uni to meet with an old tutor and recieve back those two dreaded portfolios that I'd handed in on my last EVER day of uni. And, after hot chocolate and coffee, I'd sneakily hid in the campus library and spent an hour leafing through the portfolios.
It was only then that I'd understood and appreciated the measures of which I'd gone to achieve that 2:1. And I accepted it.
Looking through the folders, I was soooooo proud of what I'd done, how much work I'd put in. I could feel the weight of it on my shoulders as I walked with a friend to his for dinner, a long-overdue catch-up. And I was soooo grateful that I was, and still am, that hard-working.
That 2:1 deserved a much better greeting on opening that envelope what seemed like years ago. I'd put my all into it but it was just meant to be.
I'm now very inspired and proud of what I've achieved in those three years at university and ecstatic that I have a few very excellent folders for editors and agents to read upon their request.
:)
Now, I'm my worst critic. I always try on being the best of my abilities in everything that I do... But I'm not pompous. It's a quality that I think makes a lot of people very vulgar and ugly. So, let's hope that I don't sound too much of a hypocrite here...
I attained a grade 2:1 at university. And regrettably, I was disppointed. My final portfolios were the best I'd been able to muster. The weekend the final Media and Writing assignments were in, I probably had a total of approx. seven hours sleep over three days. I was in the computer block on campus every day for two weeks, becoming part of the furniture myself. My lack of sleep left me horribly forgetting my friends and 'upgrading' them with doing final pieces of work on my portfolio. I was bleary-eyed for ten days, pale-skinned from lack of seeing the sun outside and therefore, didn't want to see those portfolios back for the rest of my life...
My 2:1 grade was greeted with half-hearted smiles at the bus stop where my mum had brought it down to me, she was eager to see what I'd got. On being phoned up by other course friends, I wasn't very talkative on my grade, which led to lies on both halves of being 'too boggled and modest' to brag about it.
But at the time (and for a good few weeks after), I believed that I had been cheated. I should have got a 1st. I should have got top of the class. All my life I've been in second place, I was getting myself into debt for this chance to come out with a 1st!
As you can tell, it all got a little dramatic. I was sick of telling people that it was only a 2:1 that I'd got, it should have been a 1st...
But months passed.
On Monday, I headed back down to uni to meet with an old tutor and recieve back those two dreaded portfolios that I'd handed in on my last EVER day of uni. And, after hot chocolate and coffee, I'd sneakily hid in the campus library and spent an hour leafing through the portfolios.
It was only then that I'd understood and appreciated the measures of which I'd gone to achieve that 2:1. And I accepted it.
Looking through the folders, I was soooooo proud of what I'd done, how much work I'd put in. I could feel the weight of it on my shoulders as I walked with a friend to his for dinner, a long-overdue catch-up. And I was soooo grateful that I was, and still am, that hard-working.
That 2:1 deserved a much better greeting on opening that envelope what seemed like years ago. I'd put my all into it but it was just meant to be.
I'm now very inspired and proud of what I've achieved in those three years at university and ecstatic that I have a few very excellent folders for editors and agents to read upon their request.
:)
Me and my big mouth :(
O.K., so the novelty of being offered the job at The Disney Store at the White Rose wore off. I looked a little closer into the finance of things and wondered why the hell I was taking the job on...
It didn't make sense. I was going to be forking out £10 a week on travel costs for two four-hour shifts. It sounds proper skanky but I get more money on Jobseeker's Allowance than I would if I'd have taken the job.
AND THIS TRAVELLING DEADLINE IS GETTING TO ME! Everyone else is saving up already! I'm the only one left out of our group that hasn't got a job yet! It's a constant nag at the back of my head twenty-four hours a day! It's draining all the fun out of me!
I just wish that I could find a full-time job a little closer to home so I can find a little shack of a flat in town and get myself sorted!
:(
So the phonecall to the Disney Store was the worst ever. She was friendly enough. I just hate the idea of saying that I'm going to do something and then just never following through.
Dead upset.
But bugger, something has got to come my way soon, riiiiiight?
:/
Love.
It didn't make sense. I was going to be forking out £10 a week on travel costs for two four-hour shifts. It sounds proper skanky but I get more money on Jobseeker's Allowance than I would if I'd have taken the job.
AND THIS TRAVELLING DEADLINE IS GETTING TO ME! Everyone else is saving up already! I'm the only one left out of our group that hasn't got a job yet! It's a constant nag at the back of my head twenty-four hours a day! It's draining all the fun out of me!
I just wish that I could find a full-time job a little closer to home so I can find a little shack of a flat in town and get myself sorted!
:(
So the phonecall to the Disney Store was the worst ever. She was friendly enough. I just hate the idea of saying that I'm going to do something and then just never following through.
Dead upset.
But bugger, something has got to come my way soon, riiiiiight?
:/
Love.
Saturday 23 October 2010
My family is falling apart...
Everything was fine at home with my parents before going to university. Now, after three years away, I move back, and it seems that the very things that are holding them together are threads that are being stretched beyond their limit.
My dad goes to the pub everyday of the week when he's not pissed.
My mum either goes with my dad or sits at home depressed because he's gone to the pub or goes with him.
And brother is spoilt soooo rotten that he asks money from my parents everyday and treats them like shit.
Our parents don't ask us to pay board (despite me being 21 and my brother being 20) but I want to pay board so much to show them that I appreciate them not asking us for it.
But I'm having a huge struggle with my parents' drinking problems that I wish I had somewhere to go just to fuck off and get away from it all.
My dad is a gentle giant and his drinking doesn't bother me all that much. But the older he gets, the more he's going to end up turning into one of those old men who you see in the pub every day of the week, alone. And I really feel sorry for those blokes.
And my mum's drinking makes me want to move out of the house. She is an outrageous character anyway, who I can deal with most of the time. But when she drinks, this character is intensified and I can't deal with it. She's ten times louder, ten times ruder and everyone else seems to think that's O.K. There's a reputation that she thinks she has to keep up and it annoys the fuck out of me.
She won't even quit drinking for two weeks after being told by the doctor that she needs to!
It's so frustrating.
I need to get the hell out of this house.
:(
Not a happy bunny at all.
My dad goes to the pub everyday of the week when he's not pissed.
My mum either goes with my dad or sits at home depressed because he's gone to the pub or goes with him.
And brother is spoilt soooo rotten that he asks money from my parents everyday and treats them like shit.
Our parents don't ask us to pay board (despite me being 21 and my brother being 20) but I want to pay board so much to show them that I appreciate them not asking us for it.
But I'm having a huge struggle with my parents' drinking problems that I wish I had somewhere to go just to fuck off and get away from it all.
My dad is a gentle giant and his drinking doesn't bother me all that much. But the older he gets, the more he's going to end up turning into one of those old men who you see in the pub every day of the week, alone. And I really feel sorry for those blokes.
And my mum's drinking makes me want to move out of the house. She is an outrageous character anyway, who I can deal with most of the time. But when she drinks, this character is intensified and I can't deal with it. She's ten times louder, ten times ruder and everyone else seems to think that's O.K. There's a reputation that she thinks she has to keep up and it annoys the fuck out of me.
She won't even quit drinking for two weeks after being told by the doctor that she needs to!
It's so frustrating.
I need to get the hell out of this house.
:(
Not a happy bunny at all.
The Writer's Handbook 2011
I've never got one of these books before and I was in the White Rose on another interview with The Disney Store when I wandered into WHSmiths and bought it.
And now, I'm ashamed to say that without these books, I don't know how the hell I've been able to cope!
I stayed up reading through the magazine section for a good hour last night, jotting down which magazines I should email for future publications, and I didn't even make it to the end of the section!
It's earned it's very fair right to sit on my bedside table for some light reading and inspiration...
I can't wait to read about some of the festivals that are going to be around the UK in the coming months.
I strongly advise all writers, serious or not, should get this book.
:)
And now, I'm ashamed to say that without these books, I don't know how the hell I've been able to cope!
I stayed up reading through the magazine section for a good hour last night, jotting down which magazines I should email for future publications, and I didn't even make it to the end of the section!
It's earned it's very fair right to sit on my bedside table for some light reading and inspiration...
I can't wait to read about some of the festivals that are going to be around the UK in the coming months.
I strongly advise all writers, serious or not, should get this book.
:)
TV or Film?
In my second year of uni, I 'found' Kerry Rawlinds, a career-driven young 25-year old, with an equally career-driven father and a wickedly vicious mother. Funnily enough, she, by far, wasn't the most popular character in a workshop with my other peers in class. Her parents are divorced and her mother is with a ridiculously kind young man called Martin, an apt Clark Kent. So I can only assume that while the women in the class simply adored him, the men were notoriously jealous of his good-nature and gentle suaveness.
:)
Anyway, the last couple of days, I have been developing her story into what was initially going to be a 'This Is England'/'Cashback'/any-other-really-good-British-Drama-you-can-think-of style 90min film. However, I am 30pages in on Final Draft and my crucial hook hasn't happened yet - other film writers will know that in stereotypical terms, your hook should occur 15-20mins from the beginning of the film.
So, I've been thinking about maybe extending it to a four-part series, 60mins each way and am now wondering if the BBC or ITV or even Channel 4 would care to get their hands on it.
Who knows?
All I know is that it's all I can write at the moment, and I need to be writing something!
Mmmm. Tricky...
xXx
:)
Anyway, the last couple of days, I have been developing her story into what was initially going to be a 'This Is England'/'Cashback'/any-other-really-good-British-Drama-you-can-think-of style 90min film. However, I am 30pages in on Final Draft and my crucial hook hasn't happened yet - other film writers will know that in stereotypical terms, your hook should occur 15-20mins from the beginning of the film.
So, I've been thinking about maybe extending it to a four-part series, 60mins each way and am now wondering if the BBC or ITV or even Channel 4 would care to get their hands on it.
Who knows?
All I know is that it's all I can write at the moment, and I need to be writing something!
Mmmm. Tricky...
xXx
Monday 18 October 2010
EMPLOYMENT!
It's been a long time coming but...
I'm officially the proudest employee of THE DISNEY STORE in White Rose Shopping Centre!
:D
Happy days!
It's only 8-16 hours a week and Christmas Temp so by January I may very well be unemployed again...
But SCREW IT!
:)
It's The Disney Store!!
Yaaaaaaaay!
I'm officially the proudest employee of THE DISNEY STORE in White Rose Shopping Centre!
:D
Happy days!
It's only 8-16 hours a week and Christmas Temp so by January I may very well be unemployed again...
But SCREW IT!
:)
It's The Disney Store!!
Yaaaaaaaay!
Wednesday 13 October 2010
Second Interview: Aldi
What a surprise.
After not being able to utter a word in my group interview with Aldi due to the other women hogging all the limelight..
THE WOMAN HAS RUNG ME BACK REGARDLESS AND ASKED ME TO SEE HER AGAIN ON SUNDAY FOR A SECOND INTERVIEW!!!
Good loooooord.
Somethings finally going right in the world.
:)
After not being able to utter a word in my group interview with Aldi due to the other women hogging all the limelight..
THE WOMAN HAS RUNG ME BACK REGARDLESS AND ASKED ME TO SEE HER AGAIN ON SUNDAY FOR A SECOND INTERVIEW!!!
Good loooooord.
Somethings finally going right in the world.
:)
Job Interview: Disney Store
One of the most wonderful phonecalls that I've ever recieved in my life was from a gentleman at the Disney Store in the White Rose Centre, asking me if I could attend an interview.
There is a God in the world.
So I toodled over yesterday and after the disastrous group interview that was Aldi the other week (I was in a group where we were all chatty cows but I was the unlucky bugger who couldn't get a word in edgeways), I vowed that I would make myself stand out amongst the others in that Disney-fied canteen.
First things first, we were interviewed by two girls and for sure, one of them, at least, was looking at me the most whenever she was talking.
We talked about moments that inspired us the most in the last year, why we're currently looking for work and why we handed our CV into the Disney Store in the first place.
But, by far, the best question to finish the day was "Who is your favourite Disney character and why?"
Now, up until a year ago, I wouldn't have been able to pick, because I watch so many of them. But one boring night of uni, me and my housemate opened a bottle of wine, was watching 'The Little Mermaid' when my said friend, lightweight to the core and already slurring a little, said, "Oh my god, Laurie, you are sooooo Sebastian." Now, it's not everyday that you get compared to a small Jamaican lobster of a man who's a suck up, snitch and a bit of an all-round arse. But from that moment, now I can't think about the little crustacean without laughing my socks off.
So, I stunned them with my nerdiness about the Disney store, I smiled a lot and gave a quirky and original favourite character (all the other girls said ones from Winnie The Pooh!).
I hope they ring me back.
:)
There is a God in the world.
So I toodled over yesterday and after the disastrous group interview that was Aldi the other week (I was in a group where we were all chatty cows but I was the unlucky bugger who couldn't get a word in edgeways), I vowed that I would make myself stand out amongst the others in that Disney-fied canteen.
First things first, we were interviewed by two girls and for sure, one of them, at least, was looking at me the most whenever she was talking.
We talked about moments that inspired us the most in the last year, why we're currently looking for work and why we handed our CV into the Disney Store in the first place.
But, by far, the best question to finish the day was "Who is your favourite Disney character and why?"
Now, up until a year ago, I wouldn't have been able to pick, because I watch so many of them. But one boring night of uni, me and my housemate opened a bottle of wine, was watching 'The Little Mermaid' when my said friend, lightweight to the core and already slurring a little, said, "Oh my god, Laurie, you are sooooo Sebastian." Now, it's not everyday that you get compared to a small Jamaican lobster of a man who's a suck up, snitch and a bit of an all-round arse. But from that moment, now I can't think about the little crustacean without laughing my socks off.
So, I stunned them with my nerdiness about the Disney store, I smiled a lot and gave a quirky and original favourite character (all the other girls said ones from Winnie The Pooh!).
I hope they ring me back.
:)
Saturday 9 October 2010
This Is England '86
In the space of 18 hours, I've sat and watched all of the new four-part Drama 'This Is England '86', a continuance from the 2006 film, 'This Is England'.
And boy, was that shocking.
Not for the faint-hearted, I know that only a couple of my friends would choose to watch it as well. My mum loves this stuff, but even she was spazzing out a bit at some of the brutal scenes at the end of each episode.
But one thing's for sure, the cinematography in these films is BEAUTIFUL. I've watched some beautiful films and these episodes are surely part of them. Main character Lol - I would bonk her if I was mildly intoxicated. Eli from Emmerdale, what more can you want? And more cast members with cheeky names such as Gadget, Meggy, Smell, Trev and, my personal favourite, Milky.
The harrowing piano notes through the scene where the 'skinheads' are surrounding their old, heart-attack prone friend at the hospital are, quite simply, beautiful. If they release the soundtrack and that song is on there, I'm bloody buying it.
I just wish I had the money and resources to film my own harrowing British drama that everyone would love.
:)
P.S. I want Lol's airwears and I want Trev's hair.
You've gotta watch it.
Friday 8 October 2010
Job Interview: Aldi
I'm geeking it up for the Aldi interview that I'm attending tonight.
:)
The lady I spoke to on the phone wants me at the store at 6.15pm where I can familiarise myself with the store, and take note of how Aldi is different from other superstores.
I already have a couple of big ones to flash out:-
1) Aldi uses all own brands from local and foreign sources that wouldn't stand a chance in todays superstores against other well-known brands e.g. Heinz, Bachelors, Birds Eye and B & J's etc. etc. etc. High on quality, low on price.
And 2) Layout is simple and flashy POS is to an absolute minimal in store as Aldi spends more money on the high-quality products rather than 'showing off' with huge posters all over the place.
... Aside from the twice-weekly Super 6 Deals.
:)
What a nerd.
:)
The lady I spoke to on the phone wants me at the store at 6.15pm where I can familiarise myself with the store, and take note of how Aldi is different from other superstores.
I already have a couple of big ones to flash out:-
1) Aldi uses all own brands from local and foreign sources that wouldn't stand a chance in todays superstores against other well-known brands e.g. Heinz, Bachelors, Birds Eye and B & J's etc. etc. etc. High on quality, low on price.
And 2) Layout is simple and flashy POS is to an absolute minimal in store as Aldi spends more money on the high-quality products rather than 'showing off' with huge posters all over the place.
... Aside from the twice-weekly Super 6 Deals.
:)
What a nerd.
Thursday 7 October 2010
Tuesday 5 October 2010
Break No. 2?
Up until about thirteen months ago, I had never broken a bone in my body. Lucky me then proceeded to slam my poor little thumb on my right hand in my dad's car door and break it.
What joy.
I didn't even know that it was broken. Yes, there was a lot of blood and tears. But my parents didn't suggest taking me to the doctors... CALL THEMSELVES PARENTS?!?
Hmmmph!
So, yes, the poor little thumb it still a bit stiff, but it's near completely healed.
Now, just over two weeks ago, after going to the said SHITTY interview that was for one of those recruitment scamming agencies in Manchester, my foot started hurting and clicking on my way back to Piccadilly station. Next day, I couldn't walk. But a couple of day's rest and my foot was fine.
However, it's been flaring up and... down, I suppose, since then and it's starting to really nark me off. I want to go jobhunting in Manchester and Leeds without having to limp like a drunk everytime I set foot out of the car/off the train etc. etc. etc.
Went to the doc's today and she advised me to get some Ibroprofen Heat Rub, which I have, so hopefully it's only a sprain and it'll heal in a couple of days. Otherwise, after looking at some photos of broken feet on the internet, I'm ready to GO INSANE if this fella's broken.
Because those photos look, quite frankly, minging.
Please, God. Don't let it be broken.
:(
P.S. The doc wants me to go back in a week for a Patient Medical and wants me to take a urine sample along too.
Last time I peed into a jug, I was about three years old.
:/
What joy.
I didn't even know that it was broken. Yes, there was a lot of blood and tears. But my parents didn't suggest taking me to the doctors... CALL THEMSELVES PARENTS?!?
Hmmmph!
So, yes, the poor little thumb it still a bit stiff, but it's near completely healed.
Now, just over two weeks ago, after going to the said SHITTY interview that was for one of those recruitment scamming agencies in Manchester, my foot started hurting and clicking on my way back to Piccadilly station. Next day, I couldn't walk. But a couple of day's rest and my foot was fine.
However, it's been flaring up and... down, I suppose, since then and it's starting to really nark me off. I want to go jobhunting in Manchester and Leeds without having to limp like a drunk everytime I set foot out of the car/off the train etc. etc. etc.
Went to the doc's today and she advised me to get some Ibroprofen Heat Rub, which I have, so hopefully it's only a sprain and it'll heal in a couple of days. Otherwise, after looking at some photos of broken feet on the internet, I'm ready to GO INSANE if this fella's broken.
Because those photos look, quite frankly, minging.
Please, God. Don't let it be broken.
:(
P.S. The doc wants me to go back in a week for a Patient Medical and wants me to take a urine sample along too.
Last time I peed into a jug, I was about three years old.
:/
Sunday 3 October 2010
I want a boob-reduction...
It's all in the Weston genes.
My grandma was beautiful and has handed down the best part of a long series of genetic formations to her daughters and subsequent female grand-daughters... Except that I'm the only grand-daughter following suit.
My daddy was her son and is a bit of a porker himself, bless his sweet tooth. I love him to pieces.
:)
And I am, most probably the youngest family member now to carry on the Weston Woman's Body.
BIG BUM, BIG THIGHS, BIG BOOBS... and a rather noticably BIGGER HEAD than average...
... Of which has caused numerous problems in the past.
1) MY HEAD // I was stood for a total 20 minutes behind-the-scenes at Graduation trying to find the right sized hat for my head. I think I tried on at least 20 different ones.
2) MY BUM // Despite getting squeezed an awful lot and being a perfect cushion for most things considered, there have been noticable (I'm not going to describe them, it's too painful) incidents regarding the said derriere that should not be uttered ever again in the future!
3) MY BOOBS // Do I need to stress the back pain I get on a regular basis, the sheer inappropriate 'getting-in-the-way'ness of these hooters and my morbid fear of running around in public in case I flash innocent bystanders or knock myself out with these puppies...
I'm sure you see my point.
If you're a dude, I'm sure you LOVE them. If you're a girl for that matter, I'm sure you love them too...
But now they're just getting in the way.
The other day I dragged two of my very unlucky friends around Manchester trying to find a green military coat for the winter but ended up having a very infantile spazz because none of them fitted me ON ACCOUNT OF MY HUMONGOUS TITS.
I always used to think that I needed them because they balanced out my also HUMONGOUS ARSE, but I really don't want them anymore. As soon as I get enough money and lose a little weight (I don't want to get rid of these nuisances only to make my arse look ridiculously out of proportion), I'm getting myself one of those bad boys.
Or more cringingly to the point, getting rid of those bad boys.
Mmm, it'll be emotional.
My grandma was beautiful and has handed down the best part of a long series of genetic formations to her daughters and subsequent female grand-daughters... Except that I'm the only grand-daughter following suit.
My daddy was her son and is a bit of a porker himself, bless his sweet tooth. I love him to pieces.
:)
And I am, most probably the youngest family member now to carry on the Weston Woman's Body.
BIG BUM, BIG THIGHS, BIG BOOBS... and a rather noticably BIGGER HEAD than average...
... Of which has caused numerous problems in the past.
1) MY HEAD // I was stood for a total 20 minutes behind-the-scenes at Graduation trying to find the right sized hat for my head. I think I tried on at least 20 different ones.
2) MY BUM // Despite getting squeezed an awful lot and being a perfect cushion for most things considered, there have been noticable (I'm not going to describe them, it's too painful) incidents regarding the said derriere that should not be uttered ever again in the future!
3) MY BOOBS // Do I need to stress the back pain I get on a regular basis, the sheer inappropriate 'getting-in-the-way'ness of these hooters and my morbid fear of running around in public in case I flash innocent bystanders or knock myself out with these puppies...
I'm sure you see my point.
If you're a dude, I'm sure you LOVE them. If you're a girl for that matter, I'm sure you love them too...
But now they're just getting in the way.
The other day I dragged two of my very unlucky friends around Manchester trying to find a green military coat for the winter but ended up having a very infantile spazz because none of them fitted me ON ACCOUNT OF MY HUMONGOUS TITS.
I always used to think that I needed them because they balanced out my also HUMONGOUS ARSE, but I really don't want them anymore. As soon as I get enough money and lose a little weight (I don't want to get rid of these nuisances only to make my arse look ridiculously out of proportion), I'm getting myself one of those bad boys.
Or more cringingly to the point, getting rid of those bad boys.
Mmm, it'll be emotional.
Saturday 2 October 2010
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