Today I had to start work at 9 (if you knew me at all, you’d be aware that I’m a night owl that isn’t usually awake till midday) work was stupid busy with Christmas bookings, and the customers were taking the wrong dishes which caused many problems. The bar maid was hungover and Dudley, the GM was useless and flapping about and the assistant manager was being hella difficult to work with. I had a row and fell out with my best friend, when I finally got home at nine, my house mate had used up all the toilet tissue and there was no gas left (i wanted a bath) so I went out and got to spend an hour chatting with “The Gorgon”
The “Gorgon” was out tonight, she said she “couldnt be bothered” and that she was staying in. I wasn’t offended when she turned up in The Underground, I was actually really happy that I got to see her, anyway I digress, the real point of this diary entry is to say that after Christmas I’m gonna take her shopping in Manchester (probably) cause H&M are doing a clothing line that I think she’ll love, and I want her to own some things don that line.
Tonight “The Gorgon” said things to me that were complimentary and made me smile and feel warm inside (despite the -1 temperature that I was battling against). Although I say this I’m pretty sure she didn’t need to do that as usually just her beeming smile and bright eyes normally does the same for me, I just think that hearing pleasantries tonight distracted me from these most beautiful features.