I'm Spinnin' Around...

...Or not as the case may be.


I'm a chunky girl, it can't be denied. And as summer's coming up, I stupidly thought "Hey! I'm gonna tone up and lose a few lbs!"


So I bought a Davina Rowing Action Exerciser, as I do not have the space or money for a real rowing machine, works well. If you do it every day you can feel a difference, so I thought "Why the hell not?!" And spent another £10 on a spinboard thing, also by Davina.


Well. 


It's fun, once you get into it, And here I was, 1am in the morning in a t-shirt and pants, happily spinning to the left and right whilst watching Come Dine With Me on youtube, a highly enjoyable episode too I must add, when I hear a weird creaking/scraping sound...


THE MOTHERFUCKING THING BROKE.


I am NOT impressed. This was bought a week ago. It was supposed to help me tone up, it was my new favourite toy!! ARGHHHHH!!!!!


R.I.P you piece of crap! I shalll be replacing you tomorrow, with a thigh-buster if they're finally in stock, if that fails, then it'll be another spinboard. I do love 'em <3

Short But Sweet...

Living on Uni campus is like living on a f'ing council estate!! 


WHY do people feel the need to walk about singing at the top of their voices when drunk? Seriously? Oh I'm SO much fun, I've been drinking, look at me stumbling about in heels I can't walk in & the top I'm wearing as a dress 0.o


Don't get me wrong, I love a good night out, but putting up with this shit every night (literally) and even at like 5 or 6am is just plain ridiculous. 


I am also fed up with the dodgy guys who pull up in their cars, and sit there with either the engine running or shitty chav music playing so loud you can feel it vibrating in your chest. I shouldn't have to put up with this, I don't like the crap they listen to!! Speaking of which, I had N-Dubz stuck in my head for the majority of my shift today. Now I don't know where that came from, but it better not happen again :/ They are plain awful & don't even class as musicians in my mind. It's just some random slag who thinks she has talent, much like Cher Lloyd actually...


So anyway. Nights out. Another thing that gets me is those who advertise the fact they're going out on Facebook like no-one else does it. Granted, it is mainly the underage ones who do this but c'mon. "Oh look at me I'm 15/16, but if I get my tits out and cake my face in make-up I can get served in the shitty, dirty pubs that all the people who are actually old enough to go out on the piss don't wanna go in." Yeah love, let's set something straight, the reason you're getting served in these pubs is either one of the/a combination of the below;
a) the owner/ barmen there are perverts
b) the pub is so crap, they'll take any custom they can get
c) the pub is so crap, it really doesn't care about whether it's customers are old enough or not


So before you go 'showing off' about your wonderful night out, maybe try getting in somewhere decent where they have bouncers and it's a decent place to go? Let's face it, if a group of girls walk into a pub wearing heels/ dresses/ tonne of make-up, proper dolled up, the people working there are gonna know you're not old enough to go out if you have to make that much effort to just go to the pub. 


And if you are having soooo much fun on a night out, and "getting on it" big time, don't sit on facebook?! No-one actually cares. No-one wants to know how much fun you're having, no-one wants to see the crappy mobile uploads taken in a scabby pub toilet & definitely no-one wants the "apmheue difh';['unrso jdifndh@s jshdbd dhdbd!" statuses, (i.e "I'm so drunk I can't type properly, yet I can get my phone, connect to the interent, load facebook, click in the status box, write a status & update it") Seriously. And don't get me started on the whole "Oh I'm so hungover, what did I do last night?! I'm so fun I can't remember a thing." Bloody attention seekers...


And aside from the fact that if you're having fun on a night out you shouldn't be updating your status every 2seconds cos you're too busy having said fun, don't sit there commenting on statuses etc either. Why do it?! 


Hmm, that wasn't short. Or sweet. Better throw something positive in there....


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I am currently in love with a few things;
a) luanlegacy on youtube - this guy has to be watched to be believed! He is such a down to earth person, and his rants are the best


b) Jacket potatoes - need I say more?


c) Mangoes - mango juice, mangoes themselves, mango smoothies, mango yoghurt, mango coolies, anything with mango in is ok with me ;)


ANNNNND


The Cardleator. What a man! What a beautiful voice, such a deserving winner <3333 And I used to be against the media-whore culture of the X-Factor, but that'a another story...

The Twats at Work.

You would think that on a nice sunny day, certainly rare in Leicester, people would be happier...Apparently not, if the customers I had to deal with are anything to go by. Seriously, there's only so long a fake smile will last.


Admittedly I wasn't in the best of moods when I started work. I didn't want to be there, I was tired, it was sunny & I had a tonne of Uni work I could be doing - yes! just cos I work in retail it doesn't mean I'm thick, or my life is going nowhere. Maybe some of you need to remember this fact when you casually stroll up to a till and talk down to the cashier as if you're God.


I digress.


The first incident occurred probably about an hour into my shift. A woman with her daughter came to my till & before I could even say "Hello" a packet of pork scratchings were thrown at me. Yes, literally. And not by the daughter, but by the adult mother who surely should know better? 


She started huffing and puffing, unloading her basket onto the till as she did so. As any cashier would do, I went to pick up the next item to scan it, but it was snatched away. "They're s-e-p-a-r-a-t-e" the mother said sarcastically. Oh yes, of course. I should've already known that. Makes perfect sense. Everyone puts two separate loads onto the till at the same time. 


So she's fiddling in the basket, which is packed with bags from other stores (Dear God, how many other people have had to deal with her today?!) and I politely ask "Is there anything else with this?"


"Yeah she's just getting it!" Er, OK Bitch.


Soon after a bottle of shampoo and conditioner were slammed down on my till, a £10 note was thrown at me and her bag of purchases quickly snatched away. I then served the daughter, who was a delight, and made a point of saying "thankyou" etc as she was such a polite, young girl. How such a rude person could bring up a child so well I'll never know, then again, I am only assuming it was her daughter.....


Before the poor child had even begun putting her change away she was being dragged away by the mother, and as I looked up a short moment later I could see the woman obviously moaning about me. Admittedly if I didn't need my job to survive (do not get me started on the cost of uni and the inefficiency of the student loan company) I would've definitely marched over there and said something. But *sigh* I need the money.


Now, what had I done to deserve this treatment? Answers on a postcard please.


I honestly cannot see the point in being rude, for no reason at all, to a complete stranger who's providing YOU with a service. You're at a till for a minimal amount of time, is it really too hard to be polite? You're not leaving a good impression of yourself, and to be frank, at every store there's certain regulars who people don't want to serve for various reasons. Do you really want to become known as a complete arsehole?


Another customer that stood out was a guy, probably in his 30s or 40s, who bought a £1 mother's day card and a pack of washing-up gloves and proudly stated "Never spend too much on your mother." ... This got me wondering. Were the gloves the present to go with the card? Did he really think that little of his own parent?! Personally, I found the £1 card bad enough. Don't get me wrong, I'm on a budget, but a cheap, awful looking £1 card? No thanks. I'd rather get my mum nothing than give her that. And to be frank, if I gave my mum washing-up gloves as a present, I'd be dead.