walk out into velvet, nothing more to say.
On Thursday I had the dentist. No thanks. She gave me a jag. Sorry, two jags. Right in the fucking gum. And despite what people have told me, IT IS SORE. If that isn't sore then I don't know what the fuck is. After that she said "right then, that's the worst part over" & proceeded to do it again! She is callous. Then with one side of my face hanging off I went to Dumbarton with my mother. She was feeling quite generous. =) We went for something to eat in Bar Budda. I hadn't been in there before & it is well swanky. I'm going to go back next Saturday. If you want to come then MON. =) Then we can see the fireworks.
On Friday at work when it was my hour on the fitting room my heart shattered into five thousand pieces. Gavin came up holding this old man who must have been about a hundred & five. No joke. And said he wanted to try these trousers on.. which he had already bought? Anyway. I was like yeah okay he is in no state to walk never mind try something on. So after he had been in there for like 30 minutes I was like :/. So I went to check on him. "ARE YOU OKAY IN THERE SIR?". No reply. Scared. So Gavin helped me on trying to get a response & we eventually just pulled the curtain back because we weren't getting any response. The scene: an old man slumped over a seat in a pair of long johns with his head hanging down. Bad enough. BUT HE HAD PISSED ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE! He had stolen one of my boxes in & tried to pee in that (which is bad enough). But no. It goes everywhere but the fucking box! And apparently he had came in the day before & peed all over the place as well! And Gavin was made to clean it up! My heart was BREAKING though. He just kept whimpering & going "I got caught short". I was almost crying! So I went & told David (a manager) & he was like "fuck off not again". So we had to wait on the guy getting dressed again.. & he took another half an hour. By this point the place is reeking of piss. REEKING. David was pure gagging when he was going in to talk to him. It was quite funny & everyone was laughing & stuff. But I didn't like them laughing at him, it was honestly the saddest sight ever. So EVENTUALLY the old guy makes it out, covered in his own piss-stained clothes. He kept on saying sorry & his voice was so faint & cracking. And I wanted to cry because it must have been so humiliating. He was obviously in no state to be independent but he was. He was trying. And that was the respectable thing. But they had to tell him not to come back. He's banned from the shop. The manager said we had to cause we had to put "employee & customer safety first" & all that crap. But it wasn't his fucking fault. And I wasn't amused by that. You wanted to have seen his wee face.=( I''ll start crying again if I start thinkin about it. Thankfully Neil & David cleaned it up, disinfected it & all that crap. Hilarious watching them gagging like lassies while doing it though. I never want to get to that stage in my life. I will kill myself before then. It upsets me.
I decided to go to Glasgow for a wee shop yesterday. It was horrific. It was so fucking busy that you could barely move. As if it was like Christmas eve or something. I mean what the hell was going on? If it's only going to get worse from here I'm staying the fuck away from there till well after Christmas. Not only how busy it was; it was raining so hard that I had water up to MY KNEES. And then of course there's the situation where when you actually have money to spend you see fuck all you want to buy. So you waste it anyway on a bunch of stuff you neither need nor like. Gutted. What has happened to the shops? =(. What I need is a jacket of some description because sad as it is I am still in summer mode =( (denial). Then last night I went down to ♥cunt's. He had a match yesterday & when he was saving a shot some guy didn't stop running & just basically STOOD on his face & chest with metal studs!=/ It's a pure sin. They thought he had broken his nose. He actually looks like he's been through the wars. But it's so funny. =) I'm telling people I done it to him. Pure man-beater.
So this coming week I'm in Monday, Wednesday, Friday & Saturday. N-I-N-E hours on Saturday. 10-7. What the fuck?? I am paralysed after eight. So next weekend will be shite cause I can bet I'll be in on Sunday as well. Going into the school for the last time ever on Tuesday to get my reference & it better be half-decent. And I have finally got a new driving instructor lined up for Thursday. The actual Gillian person from the Gillian school. So I guess she should be good. But I've not driven in a month. I will be dire. Plus it will be a new car. But this time I'll stick in & I mean it. I would also just like to say that I'm in desperate need of a haircut but can't be arsed to get round to getting one.
Today is my day off. And no-one will do anything!! There's always some excuse. It's gutting. I'm so fucking bored & was up for doing something. Macindoe & Laura = going to a Halloween party. Emma = writing personal statement. Lauren = not well (but she knows she wants to)=P Save me from Sundays. And it's a longer Sunday than usual as well. =/ Fucking great.
EDIT; Oh my god. How the fuck could I forgot to add this in? I'M GOING TO SEE FALL OUT BOY ON JANUARY 25TH!=D I have only been waiting two & a half years for this. Waiting fucking patiently. I missed them last year because they were sold out the minute I realised.
you're my favourite moment, you're my saturday.♥