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.