Turn that shit up!!!!

Guess who managed to get herself a free Rage Against the Machine ticket?


ME!!!!





For those of you who have noooo idea what I'm talking about:

Every year here in merry old England, music artists have a fight for one of the most coveted chart positions: Christmas number 1.
Unfortunately, there hasn't really been much of a fight over the last 4-ish years due to a certain Mr Simon Cowel planning the release of the X-Factor winner's single around the time of the chart battle. Because everyone is so hyped up over the winner, they instantly get there without much of a struggle.
That was the way of the world until Christmas just gone anyway...
A couple of people started a Facebook group to try and get something different to the number one slot, a show of annoyance for all things manufactured, and droves of people joined up to be a part of the movement. To cut a long story short, we all managed to beat the X-Factor winner and got "Killing in the name" to number one.
As a thank you, the band offered to do a free gig for their UK fans as a thanks for the fight and recognition. It took two hours of waiting at the computer, hitting refresh and barely making it to see my therapist but I BAGGED MYSELF A TICKET!!

I am sooooooooo damn excited. I've never been to a concert before and to have Rage be the first ever people I go to see is simply amazing beyond all belief.
The only real problem is that I have seriously upset the Mister. He registered but was never sent an email with his details in order to book a ticket, so I couldn't get him one when I got through. I'm desperate to go but I know he's near to heartbroken about it (sounds silly but he's a music nerd).
I have said that if it bothers him too much I won't go but he's just been a bit huffy an changed the subject.

Ah well. Still sooooo happy.
Things like this never happen to me.

Guess what?

I've been fired!

I'm over being sad about it and am now seeing that it was probably a blessing in disguise.
Basically, the boss wanted someone who could learn everything fast enough to be able to run the shop without help (just like her and the supervisor). I just couldn't do it.
Problems started happening after she left me to cash up on my own while she went outside with her friend for a smoke. I thought I'd done everything right but I find out the next day that I'd fucked it up by 50p.
Now usually you'd expect a bollocking from the boss about getting it wrong before being left alone and moving on, but she was on my back the whole day. She spent 8 hours telling me how slow I was, how quiet I was, how I need to treat the place as work rather than somewhere laid back to sit around. When I was at the till she was there watching my every move and telling me off in whispers for not being fast or organised enough. She went on so much that I ended up making more mistakes because I couldn't understand what was going on.
In the end, after a cry down the phone to mum and a think over lunch, I went back to the shop floor and told her that I have a mental illness and I'm on medication with screws with my memory.
BIG FAT MISTAKE!
I'm so sure that the 50p thing (even though it was all sorted) and me confessing that I'm going to be slow to remember things is what made her get rid.

She took me downstairs about an hour before my shift was due to finish last Thursday and said that she needs someone who will treat it as work and nothing else (I still don't 100% understand that), that I'm polite and well presented but not what the shop needs and that she wants me to go now rather than staying the 3 months (which I never even got to sign a contract for) so the three of us didn't become too attached.

Meh, good riddance.
I don't like fur or leather, she was a bitch to work for, I never had any time for myself and it was starting to piss up my relationship with the Mister.

I'm off to see Chole - my employment advisor - today to go over what happened and start getting me back into job searching again. Hopefully I'll find something more suited to me soon.

So, since the firing happened, I've been catching up on some well needed sleep and some well needed couple time. I think the Mister is secretly happy because he's able to stay over on weekends once again. My parents have said they're happy about it too because they could see me getting depressed again. I couldn't tell but they see more than me.

I donated blood for the first time on about 8 months yesterday. Because of the iron tablets I was on, I avoided going but I spoke to one of the nurses yesterday and they said it was fine and that the meds I'm on now are not going to affect my blood enough to cause me to stop.
Yesterday was my 8th donation, so only 2 more to go before I get my bronze certificate.

Nothing much else to say apart from I'm freezing, I want tea and Dad's miniature helicopter buzzing around the living room is so annoying I want to stuff pillows in my ears.

xx

The life of a Designer Bag sales person...

My job is sooooooooooo boring.
I like my boss and supervisor but working with bags in an empty shop is so dull it's borderline stupid.

I've picked what bag I want when I get my free one though. It's hot pink leather with a black trim and it looks a little like a doctors bag.

Nothing to report. I have stories of annoying and silly customers but that can wait.

I has a job.

Yes, that's right.

I was interviewed on the 5th, got offered the job on the 6th and my first day was today (the 7th).
I work 40 hours a week minimum wage at a luxury handbag store on Bond Street. So far it's been really dull and I already can't stand rich people, but it's work and it's money. Ben and I are planning to rent a flat together provided I'm kept after my 3 month trial so I NEED to stick to this place.
There are a couple of perks to the job (if you care to see them as perks anyway). I get a free bag twice a year of any style and price and 3 free accessories (so that can be a purse, an umbrella, a belt, a scarf, a wallet or a keyring). I get two days off a week. One on a Sunday when the store is closed and one during the week whenever I ask for it.
I can't believe how expensive things are in that place. £35 for a keyring!!!!!!
Some woman came in and paid £40 for an umbrella. I could buy a whole new outfit for that much.

So, aside from the job news not that much has happened.
I failed my medical so I've had no money for around a month now and have had to borrow from people. I'm still on the happy pills and the belly tabs but I've finally finished my course of iron supplements.
The med fail was a complete joke. Get this right, I'm on tablets for irritable bowel syndrome. I have a letter from my doctor saying that even with them I can't control my bowels very well (probably more than anyone ever needed to know but I don't care) and the jobcentre's own doctor wrote in my report that there's nothing wrong and I can function normally. Another question was about depression and anxiety. Again, I had doctors and psychologist's letters as well as my tablets there with me to prove I do have issues and the woman wrote down that I was perfectly fine and not depressed or mentally unfit in the slightest.
I'M ON FUCKING MEDICATION AND IN THERAPY, BITCHFACE!!!

Meh...
Christmas was ok. I went to see my family then went to see Ben and his family. I got cool things that I can't be arsed to list right now.
New Year was a bit dull. Ben and I were invited to a house party but I refused to go because they use drugs. We celebrated with my family instead. Ben is a trooper...my very drunk aunt kept grabbing his bum and trying to kiss him and he still stayed and didn't run away screaming!

I've really gotten into Call of Duty MW2 on my PS3. Shooting strangers over the internet is soothing after a bad day.

Y'know, I had more to say but I'm shattered and have to be up for work in the morning. Nighty night x

DECK THE HALLS...

And all that jib-jab.

Actually, I am REALLY looking forward to Christmas getting its arse here.
I've pretty much done my shopping (apart from my uncle and one more thing for my "niece"). I've also managed to get most of the Mister's birthday stuff sorted out now as well. I've got one more thing left to order but it could take a while due to money crap going on.
I'm not buying for my uni friends just yet because I'm not 100% sure when we're supposed to be seeing each other. We've all got a lot of things going on right now so it probably won't be until the new year now. It's sad but I'm sure it'll make it feel all the more exciting for when the time to meet up actually comes around.
Back to Christmas stuff...

I got:
- Mum & Dad a Royle Family DVD box set.
- Mister's Mum & Dad have a box of Thorntons finest.
- His sister has a bodycare set thingum
- My "niece" is getting a teddy bear but I also want to get her something 'In the night garden' themed.
- My uncle is getting DVDs from Ben and I.
- Mister has a hoodie, a few T-shirts, an into model helicopter, funny socks and even funnier pants.

Mum and Dad are getting him a new wallet because his current one is being held together with gaffer tape.

His birthday stuff consists of more T-shirts, a Ghostbusters Ecto-1 number plate and an extra special guitar pick.


As for myself. My list for Mr Santa is...

- Dylan Moran, Eddie Izzard, Russell Howard, Michael Mcintyre and Bill Bailey.
- Warm Pyjamas.
- Warm socks.
- A bluetooth mini photo printer.
- New trainers.
- An open bust corset, pencil skirt and those AMAZING shoes I posted a photo of a few entries back.

Meh, lets see what happens.

What else did I have to say.......

Aha!
Erotica was AMAZING last weekend. The Mister and I have decided to make it a yearly trip from now on since we both had so much fun. He looked as nervous as hell for a little while but soon began to chill out after I pretended to make a mouth shaped Fleshlight sing, we watched the Fuel Girls on the main stage and he gawped at a few boobs.
There were so many things to go and see. We didn't manage to get around the whole place (mostly because I wanted to venture into the art gallery but he didn't really see the point). He bought be a few bits and bobs which I promise I won't divulge since I'm sure no one wants to know the weird crap I like. We also bought the yummiest toffee flavoured vodka ever from some hilariously drunk Welsh blokes on a stand near the exit. It's 27.5% volume so we've only done a quarter of the bottle between us so far.

I'm off now. I REALLY REALLY REALLY want a cup of tea.
I also want chocolate but I'm holding back the craving until I get back from my medical assessment tomorrow afternoon. The Mister and I can wallow in Dairy milk and Brandy Alexanders that way.

Toodles xx

I turned down a job.

I know it seems like the most stupid thing to do ever, but just hear me out first...

I got a call from Argos on my way home from shopping this afternoon asking me to come in for training tomorrow at 12 but I tole the guy that I'm not taking the job. My reasons being that it's just not enough hours and I have no security (there's a massive chance I'll have to leave after Christmas).
If I'd have taken the job then I would lose all the help I'm getting along with my fortnightly installments of Employment and Support allowance. Basically, I have a personal advisor who I see once a month to talk about how my medication and doctor/psychology sessions are getting on and classes I can take in order to get myself feeling well enough to work again.
I'm going to ask them to start helping me look for work at my next appointment in December. I want to get their medical assessment out of the way first so they can actually see that I'm not bloody faking all of this.

So that's what I think.
I'm sure there are people out there calling me an idiot but I'm hoping I have made the right choice.
This Argos thing just isn't right for me at this moment in time. If I was still a student then I would have snapped it up there and then but I need to start building a life for myself now and this isn't the way to go.

Sorry...

...For the massive gap in posting.

I've been as OK as I can get at the moment, which is pretty good for me.
Had a MASSIVE medical form to fill out from the jobcentre because they want their own doctors to assess me in a couple of weeks. Wasn't the most fun to fill out.

Ooooo, I've also been a little preoccupied with a book I bought off of Amazon. It's called Wreck this Journal and you do exactly what the title suggests. Each page tells you to do something messy or destructive to the book and you do it. Simple as.

So far I've broken the spine, scribbled over things, written my name in different ways, torn pages out and glued parts together.

I've started my christmas shopping as well now.
I'm holding off on getting the uni crew anything until I know the date of when we're actually going to meet up again.
So far I've managed to buy things for The Mister's parents, his sister, my Godson and Emz. I still have my parents, my niece and Mister to get things for and is the hardest one!!! I've only managed to get him a Spinal Tap T-shirt so far. He's a pain in the arse because he already has everything he wants and doesn't stop to think about buying things. That and his birthday is 5 days after Christmas. GRRRRRRRRRRRR!

I have a crush on my psychologist.
She's beautiful and makes it VERY hard to concentrate during sessions. the fact that she's not that much older than me and that she's so nice and laughs at my jokes probably doesn't help very much either.
I'll get over it. We only have four sessions left.

Am still nervous and excited about going to erotica on the 20th. The tickets came through last week so I guess that kind of makes things final. I think The Mister is feeling the same.
Oh well. It should still be interesting.

That's pretty much all the news I have for the moment.
Bit dull but oh well.