mofette | (no subject) (Reply)

I've been at work all day, I'm fecking knackered. I went to bed at 20 to 2 last night, to my dad shouting at me to get to bed, cos I had work at 9 this morning. I was waiting for Matt to come home form the pub. I get worried. Alternative people get bothered in Leeds a little, and it's always a concern of mine. Not that Matt isn't a big lad, and couldn't take care of himself, but he might be something to prove to a bunch of trendies. So, I went to bed in tears, over yesterday's money, and the fact that dad was shouting at me, again. I didn't get to sleep till at least 6am, and woke up at 7:20 to my alarm. I made some sandwiches, and got dad to drive me to work. He did lend me a tenner, which means that I can not do my hair how I want it. I've got something special planned for later tonight. so, I went to work, and there's not a fricking arm of clothes in that whole shop that didn't move today. I sure as hell earned my £4.10 an hour :(. I'm in tomorrow, from 12 till 3, although I rekon it'll more likeley be 'till 4. I cut myself on soo many shelves today, and this mother of all spots won't go away. It's looking really mingin atm. Bloody geet thing in the middle of my MoFo forehead. Oh well, could be worse... could be somewhere else ;)

So, tomorrow I'm off to the bank to hopefully sort out this mess I'm in. I do hope that I don't get charged money. That would REALLY suck. More than things are sucking at the moment. I'm going to tidy my room now