Tuesday, August 31, 2004

My antibiotics gave me thrush and I had to pay bloody £10 for a single tablet to get rid of it and it's still not cleared up. I'm not impressed, although after today, I probably deserve to pay extortionate amounts like that.

Work was strange, I have a big secret to confess: I forgot to charge someone for their meal today. I felt like such a fool all day, but fortunately I got someone to cancel the order so it didn't show up in cashing up.

As well as suffering from a massive blonde moment, I think I upset the manager a bit. He'd just bought a gold watch for his girlfriend (I guess it was for his girlfriend) and wanted an honest female opinion. He asked if it was a bit 'grannified', which was it was, and I tried to say it was nice, but then gave way to nervous laughter, and no amount of back pedalling could make it any better. I feel really mean.

Thursday, August 26, 2004

Work has been alright except that I've discovered that the guys in the kitchen have been checking out my underwear on a daily basis. Apparently you can see it through my trousers. I'm not very pleased about this. They come in on their days off just to see it. Even worse, my friend tells me that the reason that the manager is constantly on my back is because he likes me. No, I don't see how that works either, but as long as he isn't looking at my underwear I don't really mind. Also, it means it's easier to get what I want, hours-wise.

I have a rather strange problem, if it can be called a problem. Really good sex makes me cry. I suppose I should be happy that I'm having really good sex, but the crying is a bit bizarre.

Unfortunately, for me at least, really good sex comes hand in hand with really bad cystitis. Currently I'm sat at home on my own in my pyjamas, more desperate for water than a Tankgirl extra. I hope it clears up by tomorrow, I'm meant to be going to Leeds on a spectacular shopping spree.

Friday, August 20, 2004

Oh. My. God.

I stayed at the boyfriend's last night and the bus journey home seemed to take forever.

It was worth it though, I got A for English Lit., A for Media, A for Psychology, and U for Law. I expected to fail Law but I can't believe the others, I cried when I read them!

Thursday, August 19, 2004

Tomorrow is both pay day and results day. Technically results day is today, but AS students at my college have to wait til they're posted. Whatever the outcome, I'm going to combine both events into rewarding/comiserating myself with a new handbag.

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

My last post was something of a monstruous PMT-fuelled rage, I've calmed down now. Not all Burger King customers are ogres, although some are. I feel like a bit of a bitch now. I did skive work yesterday, and spent it buying cute crochet hats and sitting in the boyfriend's back yard in my fabulous new bikini, which is a pretty good way to spend a day methinks. I'm undergoing some family problems right now, and I'm not sure if I want to post about them. Anyway, they're the reason I've been thinking about shopping so much. This week, I have mostly been agonising whether to buy a new bag or the Converse boots. It takes my mind off stuff.

Sunday, August 15, 2004

I'm meant to be at work in an hour and a half and I really don't want to go. The managers keep putting up misspelt posters informing us of our duty to kiss customer ass to the point of getting our heads stuck up there. 'The custumer is always RIGHT, even if they are wrong'. Burger King customers are the essence of Little Britain, they are buck-toothed, wife-beater clad, arrogant rednecks. Fuck off to Macdonalds, you bastards.

Also, I've had to pay £15 tax on a £68 wage because they couldn't be bothered to ask if I'm a student, even though I made it clear on my application form that I am. Bastards. I can get it back but it'll take weeks. I'm going to work so hard at college this year, there is no way I'm spending the rest of my life in a job like this.

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Life as a Burger King minion is so far, so good. I can't wait to get paid, I've got my beady little eyes on either XHi-top Converse boots, or 14 eyelet Dr Martens and I just can't decide. Although it'll be another week before I get paid, a girl can still dream. My mum lent me money to buy flower fairy lights, they're beautiful, and next on the shopping list will be one of the above pairs of boots, new jeans that I will not let myself buy unless they are a perfect fit, and a new handbag, of course. I'm sure there are crazy people out there who think I should start saving but obviously, they're crazy.

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

I had a very strange night last night. I felt pretty sick during the evening, and managed to get no sleep at all last night, instead spending it in a bizarre confused fever, in which I was convinced that I needed to find a job, rather than try to sleep.

I've rediscovered Sheryl Crow, I never realised her voice was soothing.

Monday, August 02, 2004

In our society, adult female bodies are treated like mistakes that continually need correcting. It's too smelly, it's too hairy, it's the wrong shape, it's the wrong colour. We're seen to be badly designed somehow, needing extra stuff to make them okay. (From the f-word)

This so true. The natural female body is hairy, has a natural smell, and often is curvy and stretch-marked. It has moles, wrinkles, and dimples. My body has all of the above, yet I still love it, take pleasure from it, give pleasure with it, and sincerely hope I will never be ashamed of it.

Sunday, August 01, 2004

Wow, I share my birthday with Brigitte Bardot, Gwyneth Paltrow and Hilary Duff. A good birthday to have if I want to become a blonde sex symbol. The date in question is September 28th, so it's only two months until I'm 18. To be honest, I'm not as excited as it as I thought I would be. It's just that being 17 has been so much fun. Sure, it's not all been good, but so many brilliant things have happened, I don't want to leave this age behind.

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