The word is a very exciting place

Evening all, and i have great news, today at work i found out i was made permanent, with a contract of 20 hours a week, which was much more than i expected, as i thought it was only going to be a 5 hour one, so that was brilliant. everyone seemed really pleased, and i gave my manager a hug, which might not have been the best thing to do at that moment because she was dragging a shoe slab full of shoes across the floor to make room for the new limited collection coming into store. Im very excited about limited, because it's really edgy and i like that sort of thing, i can see most of my wages just going straight back into M&S in the coming weeks. they might as well just give me gift vouchers and be done with it ahahah. i'm still workign hard there, and i'm going to work even harder now i've been given this chance, me and my dear friend Rachel will be going out and celebrating on thursday evening, seeing in the new age of me, hold onto your men! ...

hello again, first of all i wanna say something about money. you slave away for hours and hours for it, only for it to disappear in seconds. you start off with lots of it, then in a blaze of glory you waste it all and your back at square one. But who even came up with money? who thought that having a fixed currency was a good idea and would make our lives better? it seems a tad odd to me, and it's something i'm never going to be able to understand. i apologize for my awful french, Je suis desole! (or words to that effect) i just felt like having a slightly more exciting title. while i'm on the subject of money, i have been working extremely hard recently. i worked all week except for monday last week and am doing 54 hours this week. i had a sit down and really had a thought about my life in the future and on hearing that the average monthly mortgage payment is around £600 i decided to do something about it. from now on, 90% of my wages are p...

Well good evening, after some thoughts i realized that i have neglected this blog for far too long, for those of you (if there are any) the final part of gregs story will be coming soon. after dinner and a bitch fest chat with my mum i thought i would do a little blog after spraying rose water on my curtains so they smell nice. i think i need to be honest here, and say that i have a fear of life at the moment. dont get me wrong, i enjoy life, there are many things i love doing (no pun intended) that are incredibly blissful for me, these include, hanging out with my friends, working, writing, reading, eating, snoozing in bed, pulling my hair grips out after a long day of my hair looking perfect (i joke i joke!), but ive come to the realization that i will never be able to own my own home. i can do it if i was married, or with a partner or is i had a flatemate/lodger. but i dont want it that way, i want to have it as my own. i am normally in a shared space, either at home or at work, s...