Finally..an update

I have finally managed to find some time to make an entry… I’m only 3 weeks behind but whatevs!

 

I’d like to say that alot has happened but to be quite honest it hasn’t. I started work 3 weeks ago and I’m still working yay! Up til Friday I was working at the coffee factory on days but I had a call from the agency telling me that there was no work there but they wanted me to go and work at the crisp factory that’s down the road, which is also owned by the same person who owns the coffee factory. I was like yeah okay and I then got told it was 6pm til 6am, at which point my heart sank. I really don’t like the idea of working nights again, especially not 12 hour shifts. I haven’t been told how many days I’m doing or how much I’ll be getting paid. I did try to ask but the guy who called me was acting as if he was trying to get off the phone because he had something better to do. I need to take my p45 in so if I do that tomorrow then I can ask them about it before I go in tomorrow night. I tried to see if anyone else was going but all they said was yes and wouldn’t specify who so I’ll just have to hope it’s people I already know.

 

It’s been so great having my own money again. I have to admit I’ve been spending more than I should but there we go. This weekend I must have spent £150 at least! I needed to try and not spend anything this week so I had more for next week but I said the same last week and epic failed. My Mum has said that I don’t need to buy her and my Dad xmas presents because they’d rather my account be full than empty like it has been. So although that was nice, I’m still going to try and buy them something, even if it’s something stupid. I can just get my Mum a bottle of perfume and my Dad loves his music and film so a £30 HMV voucher would be alright. I think George and I have agreed not to get each other anything because of our current financial state. I am going to try and get him an Amazon Kindle when I have the money.

 

Because I’ve been working and only spending my time sleeping, I managed to get a back log of online work which I managed to clear this morning. I’m so pleased I managed to get them all done because it was too much money to pass up. Most of it I won’t see til next year but it’s nice to know that I’ll be getting it. I feel a bit guilty because I had to make an ass of myself and explain to someone that I couldn’t do their work until Friday because my work schedule had gotten busy. Thankfully they were one of the understanding types and said no problem.

 

I have been a selfish girly this weekend. I’ve treated myself to a green Bench funnel neck fleece with emo cuffs for £19.99 and I ordered 3 new pairs of jeans at £5 each. I’ve been wanting a Bench funnel neck fleece for like the last 3 years but they were always more than what I wanted to pay. I did want a black one but I’m not paying almost £20 more for one. I also bought new jeans because I need them anyway and because most of my jeans are hanging off me – I’ve been drinking 1 can of relentless in the morning and then drinking water for the rest of the day so I’ve lost a bit of weight.

 

Oh and I won’t have to vent my issues with his daughter because we’ve fallen out. About a month ago I had George’s phone because he wanted me to do something on it and she text him calling him a gay boy. I get pissed when people call him gay and I wrote something on Facebook about it, she went nuts. I then came home one night to find a key and a note about looking after he cats on the mat. I wrote on Facebook that I was in a good mood until I came home and found that and nobody had mentionned it to me or words to that effect and she started texting me abuse saying I was bang out of order and if I had a problem why didn’t I text her yadda yadda. She even threatened to hit me – I wish she would have because I’d have been at the cop station faster than she could say boo and she wants to be a social worker so I could have fucked her chances up. Then the one that she fell out with me over was she was driving home from Glasgow when she drove over something and it managed to slash her tyres and do some sort of damage to the underneath of her car. When she finally got home, one of her cats had pissed on her £500 matress. I wrote on Facebook ‘it’s called karma (:’ which she assumed was about her and she went off on one at me and deleted me from Facebook – she even got her boyfriend to text me and make me apologise which I did via a text, only for him to say that a flimsy apology over text isn’t acceptable. WTF? who the FUCK do you think you fucking are you southern muppet?! I still haven’t apologised either and I have no plans to.

 

Even though it looks like it was about her, it was actually about a girl at work who had been a bossy bitch to me and had been told by the agency she wasn’t required back. George even went nuts at me because he thought it was about her until I explained what I meant by it and then he apologised. She took him for a meal last weekend because she likes trying to slam a wedge between us so I went to a friend’s for my dinner. His daughter has also threatened to split me and George up and I told him but I don’t think he believed me. He’s said the only one who could split us up is me so at least I know now that she can’t poison his mind. I’ve already said to him we’re going to my parent’s for xmas dinner so she can shove her poxy invitation up her ass. And as for xmas presents for her, George won’t be able to afford to get her anything and I’m not coughing up money or anything either. When she apologises for being a selfish cow then we’ll talk. Seriously if I had the cash and knew how to do it, I’d hire a hit man to take her out of our lives for good. I know that sounds mean and I’ve never said that about anyone but she’s come from nothing and now she’s at uni she thinks she was born with a silver spoon in her fat ugly gob yet she has the nerve to call me a spoilt bitch – I don’t ask George to buy me dresses, bags, shoes or anything else. Her and her stupid southern muppet of a boyfriend can rot in hell for all I care. But I think I’ll leave it there before my mood turns sour.