And it continues...

Dan has managed to piss me off yet again today and I only spent about two minutes with him!!!
he put me down on the rota to do 21 hours next week but I'm still at uni until the 19th so I HAVE TO stick to my 15 a week. When I went back in a couple of hours after my shift to catch him, he had a go at me for not telling him sooner even though I told him a week after I started working there that I won't finish until that time. He then had the nerve to blame ME for HIM not remembering to note it down in his diary even though that's not my responsibility in the slightest.

That man makes me want to break things!!!!!!

Aside from that, I did actually enjoy my shift today. It was mainly Gillian and I wandering around the shop taking the piss out of each other and reminiscing about school days...I found out that she was the one who used to run up behind us on the bench and randomly shout weird things.
It's nice to have a kind of friend in that place. The other people I work with are OK but...I dunno...well, actually, I really like shifts with my supervisor Dallas. She and I spend most of the time quoting Monty Python or Blackadder whilst running around the shop being silly.

As for life outside of (S)Lush...well, I'm still not sleeping properly.
Mum thinks it's because something is making me afraid of my bedroom. I think that's a step too far on the silly scale. All I did was tell her something weird that happened to me last night when I settled down to go to bed. I was laying there gazing at my wall and wondering where my left sock had gone when I felt someone hit me on the side of my head!!!!! My quilt moved and everything. I'm so used to weird crap happening in my room that all I did was shout "NO!" then I turned and opened the curtain a tad.
So me telling mum I've seen figures in my room, that no matter what I do I can never get my bedroom feeling warm, I hear footsteps around the house and things turn themselves on without warning means I'm not only ill but it's what's stopping me from being able to snooze and making me feel odd all the time. Nopey nope...I love my room to pieces, even if it is freezing. I've had problems sleeping since I was a kid but since I told mum some stuff a while back, she thinks everything I say that is slightly out of the norm relates to that. Considering my Nan, Mum herself and my cousin have all had experiences like this, you'd think she'd understand a bit more. Even when Ben comes round he randomly jumps and goes "Why did you poke me?" even though I didn't even touch him.
Meh, I dunno.

Tomorrow is my day off, so I shall be lazing around in bed for most of the day then I have a party to go to in the evening...not that I can drink too much or stay out too late though because I've got work the next day (it really hinders your social life all this working malarkey).

Blah.

Still haven't managed to sleep yet.
It's getting on my nerves now. I went to best last night and had my alarm set for 5.30 so I could get up for work, but I ended up not needing the alarm at all. I didn't sleep a wink and spent hours watching a mixture of Q.I and Never mind the Buzzcocks.
I feel like I want to sleep but the rest of my body just isn't having any of it :o(

Argh.

I wouldn't mind the insomnia if I actually has something to do...or watch...or had people online to bug.
I'm not sleeping again and it's driving me mad because I'm exhausted. I get up at half 5 for work a lot and this week shall be no acception. Wednesday and Friday I'm in at 7.30. I get a lay in on Sunday where I'm in at 12 and leave at closing time.
That teamed up with the early mornings for uni AND Dad making sure I'm up, dressed and not lazing about in my room because I have to wait for the damn postman is really stressing me out. I think that's even what's stopping me from sleeping...I'm too tired to (if that makes any sense at all).
Things have been tricky in the house ever since mum started college. I'm so happy for her because she's finally learning something she loves after not even finishing school when she was younger, but it's thrown Dad and I into complete chaos. Problem is that Mum is out most of the time now and so am I which leaves Dad at home on his own...if he gets too fed up then he sits round my grandparent's house until it's time to pick mum up meaning that nothing in the house has been done. He can't cook unless it's a pizza, his arms are so manked from operations that he can't wash up properly (when he does it I come along and do it again because there are still stains on things) and he has no idea how to work the washing machine even after me and mum trying to teach him several times. Towels never get washed frequently enough, everyone complains they have no clothes, loads get missed because someone us asleep or out when the other one is up and busy and I always get told off for it lately. I'm learning how to cook at the moment but all Dad ever wants is burger sandwiches then I get told off for not doing him something propper (I offer but he says no and we eat very different things anyway).
The worst one at the moment is my alone time with Ben. When he comes round and it's just me and Dad in the house, we can't sit around for more than 5 minutes before Dad wanders in going "What you watching?" or "Oooo, Ben, want to see this new game I've got for the Wii" I then lose Ben for a few hours whilst he goes into fidgety boy mode after a game with loads of guns in it. We see each other once a week...I don't like having hours taken out of our time!

When I eventually move out I think Dad is going to go a little stir crazy if mum is still at college. We're driving each other mad in the house alone but at least arguing or watching American Chopper is something to do...when we're both out he sits on his own and watches films and calls my uncle up every half hour or so for a chat.

I don't exactly know what I'm trying to do with this post...I just felt like writing really.

Right...

I've almost finished my Christmas shopping.
I got my friends some things earlier and I'm happy with that, I bought myself a multi coloured Christmas tree which I've now perched on top of my stereo and I've started getting Ben's pressies out of the way. I'm getting him some Guitar tab books (when I can eventually find them...trust him to want things that are now completely out of print), a few clothing bits and bobs, a recipe book (it's a cool one to do with booze) and probably a small bottle of Jack Daniels. The booze will probably be in the birthday gift along with the booze book and a hat. The tabs along with some shirts and something else I've not decided yet will probably go in as a Christmas gift. I might ring mum in the morning and ask if she can look for the tab books around town when she goes to the prison to see John...I know there are a could of stores scattered around by the uni (hippy student customers pay well apparently).

I'm a lot happier now I've gotten most of that stuff sorted.

Feeling...

Like a VERY thick person.

Actually, to be fair, I AM a very thick person. I just can't stand it when the fact shows through so blatantly.
I got the comment "are you actually blond?" today. Who'd have thought a stupid comment like that could make me feel so crap.
I always out it all down to just being a bit scatterbrained.

Ah bugger.

That's a novelty...

Dan and I actually got along and had a laugh at work yesterday.

He finally taught me how to cut and weigh the cleanser bars, so I spent the whole day donned in manky latex gloves chopping and squishing them into different pots then having a bit of a fight with getting the labels on. Dan kept having a mad dance with me whenever we were near each other at the sink and we were having a day long "make up silly lyrics" competition to the songs playing through the shop (which just ended up in us singing "LAAAAAAAAAA" in different pitches).
Ben came in to say a quick hello, and all I could hear during gaps in conversation was Dan singing "And they called it puppy loooooovvvveee, scooby dooby dooby doooooo."
When he left, Dan then shuffled over to me me, put on a squeaky voice and started going "Is that your special friend? Do you play huggy kissy? BLESS!"
He was doing mad singing to me and my supervisor during our lunch break and ended running away with my carrots and tomatoes that I'd bought to snack on during the day. He did end up choking on one, which I do think serves him right.

I'm still not happy with the dude at all, but at least he was decent today. I don't know if it was a momentary lapse in his sternness or if he's decided that us only speaking when an order is being given really is just a bit silly now.

I'm still not looking forward to my 8 hour shift this afternoon.

Christmas...

Welll December has arrived and I'm freaking out about my shopping.
I've been sitting here for the last hour trying to figure out what the hell to get people and it just isn't happening. I keep changing my mind, or I go to order something only to find it's out of stock until the new year, or I look at stuff and think there's just no way I'm buying that in case I fuck up.
My friends are proving trickier than I first thought. I'm trying to get them stuff from work based on little details I've picked up. I've got a friend who is a chocoholic - actually, just a foodoholic - so I've decided a few things based on that...and the same with everyone else. I'm getting Ben's sister something from work as well, but I'm going to get that specially gift wrapped in the shop and stuffing it full of pampering treats since she told me that her pregnancy is making her feel fat and horrible (I'd say she's carrying the small-ish bump well so far), so I'm putting in a massage bar which helps prevent stretch marks, some soothing bath ballistics, hair treatments etc
I have no idea what to get his parents. I was originally going to get his mum a gift box from work as well, but that would leave his dad out. I think I'm settling on a box of posh chocolates, but I have to make sure there are no allergies around...a little siren went off in my head before I bought them yesterday about someone being allergic to something. I need to double check.
Ben is a pain in the bum to buy for too. I really am stuck with what to get, plus it's his birthday 5 days after Christmas as well (he has to be awkward). I was going to make up a birthday gift of music related bits and bobs and he's asked for something booze related for Christmas. So far, the music book I've ordered is now out of stock EVERYWHERE and I've only been able to find wrapping paper with little guitars on. This would be so much easier if he was a woman...I could get a necklace and be done with it.

*sigh*

Dad is proving awkward as well. He's told me not to bother with him and mum, but I can't do that. I've asked if there's anything they'd like for their fish tanks, any DVDs they want, store vouchers...they've given me no help. Damn it.

If I've got enough left over then I'm going to get my cousin Mandy a little something as well. If I get her a big hatbox from work then her husband will probably be able to nick some of the products as well, so it would be quite nice for the both of them.

I still haven't gotten a tree or any decorations for my bedroom. I might leave it until I've gotten the paint from the builders and done my room (the colour they painted my newly plastered wall doesn't even begin to match the rest of the room...shit heads!). I've got my eye on a purple tree in Paperchase, so I might wander in and get that during my lunch break this evening.

God, why the hell did I start celebrating this thing again?
Damn having a Christian as a other half (OK, so I don't really mean that, but I still wouldn't bother with all this otherwise).