I’m ill again…

No surpirse I guess. The doctor is sending me to have a blood test for “liver function tests” as it reads on the sheet he gave me. I guess it was always going to be my liver in the end. Maybe it’s just nothing though.

Note: Siobhan don’t tell them at Card Factory about how ill I am. I’d get nothing but questions otherwise.

Card Factory

1. I’ve been demoted and Siobhan has been given back her job.

2. My boss thanked me for doing something, I was so shocked I said, “Hey, no problem, Thank You!”

3. Some stupid customer was arguing with Mummy Alison to see if the boxed cards contained envelopes. Why the fuck would we sell them without envelopes?

4. An old lady gave me a box of rotten strawberries for helping her choose a card, bless her. Although nobody was brave enough to touch them and they turned green in the fridge.

5. Some of my collagues are starting to grate on me and are driving me up the wall and it doesn’t help that I haven’t had a drink in a week. Yes, that’s right, 1 full week. I will start again soon.

Long Time, No Talk (Where Have I Been?)

Some things came up and I didn’t feel like blogging. Don’t like that excuse then make up your own.

Work

It’s going okay. We’ve had two new people join. One is an old friend that seems to have a problem with me. Not sure what but it’s bugging the hell out of me. His constantly trying to bed Siobhan is annoying.  (See Don’t be stupid… he was NEVER interested in you!) . Been going through my brain and thinking the best thing is to leave. Ben is untouchable because his cousin is the assisstant manager. Rather than kick up a fuss I’d rather leave. Probably after Christmas with Siobhan. She’ll probably be at university anyway. As for me, I’ll be probably living on my own working some crappy job at a pub.

Some good news: I was promoted. The bad side, I stole it from Siobhan. I suck at being a friend. This means I am now weekend manager. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Like today I went upstairs to find half my staff sat around the table talking. I did my litte, “What do you think you are doing?” speech. To which they quickly returned to work. My old friend doesn’t like me telling him to do things and whenever I ask I get an evil look. The fact it was so busy meant I couldn’t keep checking the situation upstairs. Hence, there is a huge pile of cardboard boxes dumped outside the lift and some empty shelves. My boss Tracey (She’s so funny) will be so angry.

I’m in love

Yeah, and it’s very complicated. To start it’s a guy. A very cute guy that works at the Windsor Castle (a gay pub). According to two girlfriends that accopamied me he was flirting with me. I didn’t see it at all. Everytime he saw me though, he did smile. I doubt there is anything there, story of my life.