Forgive me, for i have sinned...
Hello and a hearty good morning to you all.
firstly, i am very sorry for not blogging last night, but it was a very manic shift, yet again filled with random stock appearing from now where and an never ending accesories delivery. I never jhave seen so many is my whole life, everywhere i looked, there were scarves. Most of them went out, which was good, and theres only a few stacks in the stockroom.
And now for the confession. Well this is a very long drawn out confession which is kind of two events which are really mixed together.
Saturday night i went out to see Thor 2, with Becky and her roommate Heather, who was really nice and quite funny. The film was great, my love for Loki has grown, and the real villian in the series, Natalie portmans charector Jane is still a really irritating cockblocker between Thor and Loki. but i digress. We went back to Becky's. Sat and chatted for a while before hitting the edge in fancy dress. Well i say fancy dress, Becky wore a black dress with a blonde wig, and i wore my sparkly blue Limited jeggings with that AMAZING long multicoloured cosplay wig and a crown. It started off well, we drank and danced and had a great time, until i decided to start buying shots. As per usual, i got absolutly trashed, and woke up in my bed after being asleep for 18 hours, having lost my passport, £50, and gaining a broken wall tv bracket, my Laptop battery which now does not fit properly back in, a brick and a bakery crate. Of all the things to bring home. I saw a lot of people out as well. I saw my Couisn Tom, who i only ever see at the Edge, i saw Steph from my old college, and i think i chatted to another girl from college Beth, but im not sure if it was even her. I also saw Dan, a twat from college who found out about me being **ahem** you know, and he made my life really difficult.
I messaged Becky sunday afternoon to see if she was alright, and too my horror i had tried to put a status on facebook, which had gone horribly wrong, and had sent a message, saying (i think) "i find you sexy/baby" to Jack, and old friend from school. I apologized, and he revealed he A) had started the process of coming out and B) he had been at the edge saturday night, and had recignised me through the wig. He must have been so mortified or embaressed by the sight of me bumping and griding then he didnt say hello. He apologized, but i said it was fine, and we chatted about going out clubbing together. It was this point that i started to realize that somewhere i still maybe harboured feelings for him. He was the first person i ever properly fancied, but after i left school, i just pushed them away, knowing i was probably never going to see him again. But i do bump into him occasionally. The most famous example being me being a twat and mucking around in Ikea with Aaron and Rachel, only to look up and see him standing there watching me with an amused look on his face. You know the feeling when you just want the ground to open up and swallow you whole? Yeah that was what i desperalty wanted. I ended up hanging around with him for ages, helping him to decide on a chest of drawers. That was so nice, i really enjoyed it, probably more than i would an actual date. I find people are just so much clearer when not under the pressure of a "date".
(ive just noticed a have a black stain on my hand and on my white tshirt, no idea from what and am now a bit miffed)
A date. ahahah. Ive not been on one for ages, and my awful flirting has rusted up and i now have the charisma of a deciptated moth. But there we have it. Ive got a form to fill in at home to report my passport lost, and to get a new one, but i think i am going to need to wait til payday otherwise i will have nothing left. Payday is friday, so i think i would be able to manage it on the 20 cash i have, but i dont want to chance it. I also have to let Jack know that i cant come next friday clubbing. I feel so awful, i would have loved to have gone, and i know he will be really gutted. I wonder if he would have made a move? that move would have led to a date, which goes to a relationship, to marriage, to a house to happiness to- im getting ahead of myself. Its horrible, i think those things all the time, literally, im always thinking about what it would be like to date someone properly, not just to sit on my bed, playing the xbox then jerk each other off (you know who you are) i think thats what i crave the most, having someone i can really connect with, someone i can be honest and tell them everything, not just to fob people off with excuses like my goldfish died, or i dont feel well, or shit answers like that. I think i also need someone to share life with, you know like new experiences, someone to hold the camera when a DECENT photo of me occurs. That sort of thing.
This brings me onto my next point of smiles. There are men at work who do this sort of smile at me. Theres a new Guy on kidswear that does it, a couple of the ops guys do it. Its not a "Heyy great to see you, how are you?" and its not a polite smile you do to people you dont really do as a sort of greeting. I have no idea what it means, and its probably me overhtinking things, but i swear to god, i swear peoples eyes twinkle when they do it.
Im gonna have to wrap it up because there is a mob of people behind me with burning pitchforks and toast who want to book holidays.
Todays shift has just been a focus of Jewellery, just to try and get it out, its not had anyone assigned to it for a while now, so there was all sorts of crap in the Jewellery pods (the crates we keep stock in) i hate jewellery, its so fiddly and it never seems to look tidy, and theres so much in each pod, each one takes like an hour to do, so it looks like you haven't done anything.
Id better go, the crowd behind me are brandishing dirty tea and coffee spoons.
firstly, i am very sorry for not blogging last night, but it was a very manic shift, yet again filled with random stock appearing from now where and an never ending accesories delivery. I never jhave seen so many is my whole life, everywhere i looked, there were scarves. Most of them went out, which was good, and theres only a few stacks in the stockroom.
And now for the confession. Well this is a very long drawn out confession which is kind of two events which are really mixed together.
Saturday night i went out to see Thor 2, with Becky and her roommate Heather, who was really nice and quite funny. The film was great, my love for Loki has grown, and the real villian in the series, Natalie portmans charector Jane is still a really irritating cockblocker between Thor and Loki. but i digress. We went back to Becky's. Sat and chatted for a while before hitting the edge in fancy dress. Well i say fancy dress, Becky wore a black dress with a blonde wig, and i wore my sparkly blue Limited jeggings with that AMAZING long multicoloured cosplay wig and a crown. It started off well, we drank and danced and had a great time, until i decided to start buying shots. As per usual, i got absolutly trashed, and woke up in my bed after being asleep for 18 hours, having lost my passport, £50, and gaining a broken wall tv bracket, my Laptop battery which now does not fit properly back in, a brick and a bakery crate. Of all the things to bring home. I saw a lot of people out as well. I saw my Couisn Tom, who i only ever see at the Edge, i saw Steph from my old college, and i think i chatted to another girl from college Beth, but im not sure if it was even her. I also saw Dan, a twat from college who found out about me being **ahem** you know, and he made my life really difficult.
I messaged Becky sunday afternoon to see if she was alright, and too my horror i had tried to put a status on facebook, which had gone horribly wrong, and had sent a message, saying (i think) "i find you sexy/baby" to Jack, and old friend from school. I apologized, and he revealed he A) had started the process of coming out and B) he had been at the edge saturday night, and had recignised me through the wig. He must have been so mortified or embaressed by the sight of me bumping and griding then he didnt say hello. He apologized, but i said it was fine, and we chatted about going out clubbing together. It was this point that i started to realize that somewhere i still maybe harboured feelings for him. He was the first person i ever properly fancied, but after i left school, i just pushed them away, knowing i was probably never going to see him again. But i do bump into him occasionally. The most famous example being me being a twat and mucking around in Ikea with Aaron and Rachel, only to look up and see him standing there watching me with an amused look on his face. You know the feeling when you just want the ground to open up and swallow you whole? Yeah that was what i desperalty wanted. I ended up hanging around with him for ages, helping him to decide on a chest of drawers. That was so nice, i really enjoyed it, probably more than i would an actual date. I find people are just so much clearer when not under the pressure of a "date".
(ive just noticed a have a black stain on my hand and on my white tshirt, no idea from what and am now a bit miffed)
A date. ahahah. Ive not been on one for ages, and my awful flirting has rusted up and i now have the charisma of a deciptated moth. But there we have it. Ive got a form to fill in at home to report my passport lost, and to get a new one, but i think i am going to need to wait til payday otherwise i will have nothing left. Payday is friday, so i think i would be able to manage it on the 20 cash i have, but i dont want to chance it. I also have to let Jack know that i cant come next friday clubbing. I feel so awful, i would have loved to have gone, and i know he will be really gutted. I wonder if he would have made a move? that move would have led to a date, which goes to a relationship, to marriage, to a house to happiness to- im getting ahead of myself. Its horrible, i think those things all the time, literally, im always thinking about what it would be like to date someone properly, not just to sit on my bed, playing the xbox then jerk each other off (you know who you are) i think thats what i crave the most, having someone i can really connect with, someone i can be honest and tell them everything, not just to fob people off with excuses like my goldfish died, or i dont feel well, or shit answers like that. I think i also need someone to share life with, you know like new experiences, someone to hold the camera when a DECENT photo of me occurs. That sort of thing.
This brings me onto my next point of smiles. There are men at work who do this sort of smile at me. Theres a new Guy on kidswear that does it, a couple of the ops guys do it. Its not a "Heyy great to see you, how are you?" and its not a polite smile you do to people you dont really do as a sort of greeting. I have no idea what it means, and its probably me overhtinking things, but i swear to god, i swear peoples eyes twinkle when they do it.
Im gonna have to wrap it up because there is a mob of people behind me with burning pitchforks and toast who want to book holidays.
Todays shift has just been a focus of Jewellery, just to try and get it out, its not had anyone assigned to it for a while now, so there was all sorts of crap in the Jewellery pods (the crates we keep stock in) i hate jewellery, its so fiddly and it never seems to look tidy, and theres so much in each pod, each one takes like an hour to do, so it looks like you haven't done anything.
Id better go, the crowd behind me are brandishing dirty tea and coffee spoons.
Comments
Post a Comment
Hi there! Use this comments box to leave any feedback you may have. Many thanks!