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.
;)
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.
