10:30pm, I sit here wearing Bridget Jones style red frumpy pyjamas, munching on my fourth slice of honey on toast, browsing www.nymag.com (the fashion section of course) whilst periodically trying to spray deodorant on an annoying moth, that keeps landing on my cool (freshly washed) guns n roses t-shirt *sighs*...
Hmmm, I've actually enjoyed work this week (even though my feet are fucked) as I've been working a few extra shifts and getting to know the people a little better. However, I don't get paid till July 10th, meaning I have another 3 weeks of being completely poor (I cringe at the thought of asking my 'mommy' for bus fare!) Urgh! Thankfully, the majority of our customer's are really friendly. Apart from two bimbo's earlier, who demanded I fetch them a size 8 pink corset dress (tacky, cheap and vulgar in my opinion) but when I returned without it, as they had all sold out (shockingly) she had the nerve to 'TUT' at me and then 'SHUUUU' me away. It was quite obvious she was a spoilt brat, as the credit card she used to pay for her VILE purchases had MR on it. It was either her daddy's or the he/she had stuffed his/her bra extremely well!..
I think I've devoured far too much toast (I say whilst covered in crumbs) You see, I always get hungry at 10pm and end up opening the fridge, praying to God that a chocolate cake would magically appear before my very eyes (unfortunately this never happens) so I skip off to bed, armed with a plate full of delicious, hot, honey covered toast and let out a little sigh of pleasure. Ooooh, keeping on the subject of pleasure, I purchased a beautiful purple dress from work yesterday evening. With my discount, it only cost me 11 (my money sign has broken on my laptop) pounds! Which of course is a complete bargain, as I fell in love with it and most things I'm besotted with are in ELLE and would realistically take me 7 months to save up my pennies to buy! That is also the reason why I want to work for a fashion magazine, as I would go home with loads of FREE dresses, shoes, bags, MAC cosmetics! *faints*
I'm feeling a little bit tired, but I want to stay awake and perhaps enjoy a few more episodes of sex & the city. Thankfully I'm not in work till 3pm, therefore do not have to set my alarm! Yeeeessss! I do however like to get to work atleast 30 minutes before my shift, as I sit in the staff room with a cup of coffee and have a bit of a chat with whoever is sorting out all of the stock. The staff room is very small, with one blue chair that wobbles from side to side and a long mirror on the wall that must make you look half a stone lighter. The walls are covered with little bits of paper with telephone numbers written down, health & safety certificates, staff rota's etc. Even though the room is a shoe box, I like sitting in there, as it always feels so calm...
Ooooh the moth has finally gone! Thank you SURE deodorant!
Right, I'm falling asleep so shall end this blog with a goodnight! and oh shit... I need to brush my teeth and find this the biggest chore of all before bedtime! I'll more than likely wake at 9am, in a big panic, thinking I have work in the morning, only to rush into the bathroom and bash my toe in the process and then realise 2 minutes later that I'm not in till the afternoon, and can get back into my lovely, cosy bed and sleep till miday....
Such a strange girl.
