|Let's Call the Whole Thing Off|
Yay, work is over!
I feel pretty ill. It's been coming on me slowly - my throat is a bit swollen and I was burning up and shaking at the same time last night. So my supervisor said I could go onto to Lobby... which is basically the bar in the lobby, as the name suggests, where it's a lot quieter and is mostly wine and beer.
I smashed a glass making cocktails and it went all over my hand (They're shatterproof, they go into tiny little pieces so it was a nightmare to clean up). So I feel like a dork. And then later Alan smashed a whole bottle of bacardi, so I felt like less of a dork. Lmfao. "Oh my god.. I have never done that... let's not tell anyone I just did that!!!" I think I have a tiny bit of glass stuck on my palm, i can't tell really. And god, once I'd smashed the glass I kept accidentally splashing gin onto my cuts. Fuck!! And I thought I was going to get caught by one of those... what do you call them? There are guys who come in and check your measures, and if you're over or under by anything they fine you. So, this business like guy said "That's not a full measure" to me, and I almost passed out. "Sorry, I think you'll find it is," and he laughed and said "Well, it was worth trying." WANKER! Don't scare me like that!!
And I managed to sleep til 2pm... THANKYOU! The night before I just couldn't sleep at all. I put it down to the staff drink. The minute alcohol touches your lips after working til 4am... you just... leave your body, lmfao. I still have giggling fits at this sort of time. We were all standing on the steps waiting for taxis... ooh, they are all so funny, and fully appreciate my random acts of comedy. I have no idea why we were talking about penis, actually. What started that? Who knows?! And how Bill Clinton's is wonky. "And now, the who wants to be a millionaire million pound question! Which former president's penis is an unusual shape?" And we were discussing the C word, and Leona kept saying the word and making Alan squirm.
God, Leona and I arrange 'skirt days' where we.. well, wear skirts. But we somehow managed to wear the same skirt and the same tights and similar shoes... it was so weird. The wonders of primark! lmao.
yeah, I definitely think that the people you work with make a big difference. I still managed to have a nice enough night, despite feeling like I was dying. Awww, I remember telling Alan (supervisor) I was ill and he was like "If anyone gives you hassle... throw the drink at them!"
Soooo... that is all. I don't really know if I feel like crying today as much. I don't think I do, anymore, it looks like it might have passed.
ps... I saw mick. You know, my ex Mick? It was horrid. He didn't see me as far as I'm aware. I was walking out of work for my break and he was.. completely wrecked, slouched on the floor against a wall. My first thought of "Oh god, a drunk.." and then I realised who it was. I walked fast past him... even though my human reaction is that I wanted to pick him up and call him a taxi... but I must remember that the last time I tried to get him a taxi I ended up being attacked/nearly glassed/abused verbally. So there's just no point, let him be a drunk if he wants, I'm not going to try and help him, especially when I can imagine the things he'd say and I couldn't go back to work 10 minutes later after that. It was pretty disturbing, anyway.