Archive | July, 2015

Shake That Thing.

31 Jul

So, today was odd at work. 

On two separate occasions, I put my hand across my till in order to take a basket of items when the customer assumes that I’m reaching out to shake their hand in a greeting. 

The first time it happened, the two guys looked at me a bit oddly, and one said “I thought you were going to shake his hand, and then I would have said it was amazing customer service” and then we all laughed it off.

But the second time?

The customer actually took my hand and shook it, when I had to awkwardly tell him that I was actually trying to take his shopping so I could scan it through. It was then that this guy (admittedly, very attractive) turned on the charm and flirted with me harder than I have ever been flirted with before. Telling me that he was shocked that a beautiful girl was introducing herself to him was very nearly laughable, but I just about coped. It was undeniably lovely, and I turned a shade somewhere between my lipstick and my hair, which is impressive if you consult the following photograph:

 
As someone that doesn’t tend to get that sort of attention, it took me by complete surprise, and it was even better to think that I was getting paid to be there. 

So Handsome American, if you happen to find this blog, thank you for brightening my day, and in fact my week. It was much appreciated.

Solo Dating, On My Own.

30 Jul

I took myself out this afternoon to the cinema to go and see Inside Out.

I was so unprepared for the ugly weeping I was doing through most of the film.

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Domesticity. 

29 Jul

Making a cake yesterday, pasta sauce today, it’s like I’m some sort of person who is bored enough to rifle through cupboards until something inspires her. 

I imagine that tomorrow I’ll head into Tesco with a load of ideas, only to come back out 15 minutes later with just a loaf of crusty bread complaining that there was no way I was going to make something better. 

Oh.

Now I’m craving bread. DAMN IT.

In Short:

28 Jul

Life Is Strange: Episode 4 – Heart racingly stressful.

A homemade Nutella, orange peel and almond cake – Delicious.

Taskmaster – Brilliant.

Music Monday.

27 Jul

Today has been a better day. 

This has been mostly down to shutting myself away in my room and just letting my brain do what it has to do for a bit. 

It helps that the new Spotify Discover Weekly playlist is incredibly well curated. The fact that I’ve skipped only two out of the 29 songs on there (and that was only glossed over because one song has connections that I don’t necessarily want to be reminded of all the time, and the other, bizarrely is by S Club 7) proves that they’ve done their algorithms correctly. 

I don’t know how they can tell from my incessant repeating of Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco that I’ll love tracks by Jack Garratt, Rag’n’Bone Man and Walking On Cars, but SOMEHOW their musical magic stuff is working. 

It’s one reason to enjoy Mondays again, anyway.

Spaced Out. 

26 Jul

Today has not been a good day. 

I felt entirely disconnected whilst I was at work, in a sense that I was doing everything I needed to, but my brain never really connected with what was going on. A little like an out of body experience, but with absolutely none of the perceived positives from such a thing happening. 

And then when I was on my way home, I started feeling very sad and blue. I know it’s okay to have those sorts of emotions, but when they hit you out of seemingly nowhere, it’s a little bit trickier to deal with. 

Tomorrow is a new day. I’m writing today off as one of my bad ones. 

Sleep Is For The Weak.

25 Jul

After all the concern I had about my sleeping pattern being ruined because mum was on holiday, I shouldn’t have worried. I screwed it myself. 

If I’ve been asleep before 5am these past three days, I’ll have considered it a good night. 

The fact I have to be up at 7:30 tomorrow, horrendous. Because I know sleep is not goin to come easily this evening either. Waaaaaaahhhhhhh.

Casting The Net.

24 Jul

Series 3, Episode 0 of Prick Up Your Ears is all but in the can.

There is some horrendous stuff in there, as well as the usual ridiculous fun. 

Look out for some honest admissions and some feature ideas that we definitely won’t be doing. 

Going Postal.

23 Jul

There was an alternative title for this post: Crowning Glory.

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You Have Goat To Be Kidding Me.

22 Jul

So today was the first time that Danny got to see my ‘O’ face.

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