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.
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!
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.
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!
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.
:)
:'(
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...
:'(
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!
