Diary Entry
12.32 pm I got to the shop late this morning because I decided to be more motivated. I put make up on today. I used to wear it every day, but now it's rare that I do. I do feel better about myself for putting it on though. I just have to remember not to rub my eyes or I'll get mascara and eye shadow in them. I don't wear a lot anyway, even when I'm going out. It's just not my style. Tammy Faye Bakker I am not.
When I did get to the shop this morning, I forgot to turn the "Closed" sign to "Open". Typical of me lately. Still, I don't think that cost us any business either. Saturdays are notoriously dead around here, even more than the rest of the week.
So I've spent the morning wrapping candles and trying to get as many orders posted as possible. I'm so behind, but I think I've got most of the orders over a week old out now. I still have some I need to make tonight though. Not a lot, thank goodness. Simon still hasn't ordered me the paraffin wax I need, even though he's been saying he would for the past three weeks.
4.22 pm They say things always come in threes, so I'm going to go to bed and hide under the quilt for the rest of the day. I've got two strikes against me already!
The first one happened when I was at the shop. I went to get some lunch, and when I got back, I needed to have a pee. I don't like going in the back to pee with the door unlocked and me my trousers down, so I locked the door and put the sign up that said, "Be back in five minutes". When I finished, I couldn't get the door unlocked! I tried and tried and tried in every possible way, but it wouldn't budge. Simon said he'd come up but to try David next door first. I could pass the keys through the letterbox to him. It worked. I was so embarrassed.
Then I closed the shop early and headed home. I'm sure that Simon's car was showing on the gauge that it had diesel in it when I was driving it this morning. Not a lot, but enough to get me to the petrol station. Nope. I ran out before I made it out of Eckington. Simon had to find his diesel can and bring me some on the side of the road. He pretended he was strangling me, and a few motorists slowed down to make sure they weren't witnessing a murder.
Oh, I guess in a way a third thing did happen. When I got home, Ricky got mad at me because I made him give something back to Jack. He decided to head butt me in the tit. It wouldn't have been as bad as it was because he didn't do it very hard, but I have PMT and my boobs hurt big time!
9.43 pm I must have been wrecked because I fell asleep and woke up in time to see "ET" going off. I never even knew it came on. Before I went to lie down, Ricky got into some trouble. He really needs to learn to watch his temper or he's going to end up in the same kind of trouble his dad finds himself in. I made him give a hat back to Jack, so he head butted me in the tit. It wouldn't have been so bad because he didn't hit it hard, but I have PMT and they hurt at the slightest touch as it is. Now one hurts worse than the other. The good news is that Ricky was horrified at what he had done. At least he is learning to recognise right from wrong, even if it's a split second too late. We'll get there.
12.28 am Yes, I have been studying! I've revised some on the classical school of criminology, including Beccaria, and now I'm on Lombroso and biological postivism. I was reading the Lombrosian characteristics of a criminal, so I took the book in to where Simon is on his computer and said, "Hmmmm, no, you don't have unusually large ears, just big ones. Your arms look average, your nose isn't twisted, your forehead doesn't really slope and you definitely don't have a receding chin". He told me to piss off, though he was laughing when he said it.
It's so funny that I mentioned Tammy Faye earlier today. When I started reading the book I'm on now, it mentioned how when she and her husband were accused of misappropriating money from the PTL she claimed "the devil" must have got into the computer. It's just a weird coincidence because it's not a name you hear much in England. I think she was on my mind because when Malorie and I went to IKEA, there was a woman in the queue ahead of us who would have been absolutely gorgeous, but she had on so much make-up she looked ridiculous, and it made me think of Tammy Faye Bakker. Then when I mentioned how I don't wear much make-up, that woman popped into my head and so did Tammy Faye.
When I did get to the shop this morning, I forgot to turn the "Closed" sign to "Open". Typical of me lately. Still, I don't think that cost us any business either. Saturdays are notoriously dead around here, even more than the rest of the week.
So I've spent the morning wrapping candles and trying to get as many orders posted as possible. I'm so behind, but I think I've got most of the orders over a week old out now. I still have some I need to make tonight though. Not a lot, thank goodness. Simon still hasn't ordered me the paraffin wax I need, even though he's been saying he would for the past three weeks.
4.22 pm They say things always come in threes, so I'm going to go to bed and hide under the quilt for the rest of the day. I've got two strikes against me already!
The first one happened when I was at the shop. I went to get some lunch, and when I got back, I needed to have a pee. I don't like going in the back to pee with the door unlocked and me my trousers down, so I locked the door and put the sign up that said, "Be back in five minutes". When I finished, I couldn't get the door unlocked! I tried and tried and tried in every possible way, but it wouldn't budge. Simon said he'd come up but to try David next door first. I could pass the keys through the letterbox to him. It worked. I was so embarrassed.
Then I closed the shop early and headed home. I'm sure that Simon's car was showing on the gauge that it had diesel in it when I was driving it this morning. Not a lot, but enough to get me to the petrol station. Nope. I ran out before I made it out of Eckington. Simon had to find his diesel can and bring me some on the side of the road. He pretended he was strangling me, and a few motorists slowed down to make sure they weren't witnessing a murder.
Oh, I guess in a way a third thing did happen. When I got home, Ricky got mad at me because I made him give something back to Jack. He decided to head butt me in the tit. It wouldn't have been as bad as it was because he didn't do it very hard, but I have PMT and my boobs hurt big time!
9.43 pm I must have been wrecked because I fell asleep and woke up in time to see "ET" going off. I never even knew it came on. Before I went to lie down, Ricky got into some trouble. He really needs to learn to watch his temper or he's going to end up in the same kind of trouble his dad finds himself in. I made him give a hat back to Jack, so he head butted me in the tit. It wouldn't have been so bad because he didn't hit it hard, but I have PMT and they hurt at the slightest touch as it is. Now one hurts worse than the other. The good news is that Ricky was horrified at what he had done. At least he is learning to recognise right from wrong, even if it's a split second too late. We'll get there.
12.28 am Yes, I have been studying! I've revised some on the classical school of criminology, including Beccaria, and now I'm on Lombroso and biological postivism. I was reading the Lombrosian characteristics of a criminal, so I took the book in to where Simon is on his computer and said, "Hmmmm, no, you don't have unusually large ears, just big ones. Your arms look average, your nose isn't twisted, your forehead doesn't really slope and you definitely don't have a receding chin". He told me to piss off, though he was laughing when he said it.
It's so funny that I mentioned Tammy Faye earlier today. When I started reading the book I'm on now, it mentioned how when she and her husband were accused of misappropriating money from the PTL she claimed "the devil" must have got into the computer. It's just a weird coincidence because it's not a name you hear much in England. I think she was on my mind because when Malorie and I went to IKEA, there was a woman in the queue ahead of us who would have been absolutely gorgeous, but she had on so much make-up she looked ridiculous, and it made me think of Tammy Faye Bakker. Then when I mentioned how I don't wear much make-up, that woman popped into my head and so did Tammy Faye.
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