fun at work.

Aha, I had a good day at work, and by golly am I glad! Lately I've had to try harder than I already do. The reason? To get full-time hours, so I can move and rent a flat for myself. However, it means being utterly over the top professional, and they've gone so spastic that no longer am I allowed to wear coloured socks. I'm sorry, but I doubt customers stare at my feet, let alone wander what socks I'm wearing, nor whether they are odd or a pair. I mean, come on! That's going a bit too overboard on there part. I'll comply with wearing matching socks, but I will not wear boring black socks. I have bare any black socks anyway.

Anyway, at least it was a good day today - didn't have to go on the till at all, it was amazing. Sian, Jemma, Roisin and myself were doing sale. Basically we had to go around as many departments as possible, mark down the items for sale and group them together. Luckily we did it as one team, so we all could joke and lark about. Yeah, fun stuff. Made the day go really quickly! Sadly, tomorrow I'm working 'til seven! SEVEN. Not looking forward to that, but it means pay day is only eight days away. (Yay!)

I've decided to do my "one drawing a day" thing tomorrow, as I'm not having a great time at home right now. :( Gary and I both feel super depressed because Mum is back in Woodlands, and they did this risk assessment thingy and they think she's too much of a risk to herself to be let out, even just for a few hours. It sucks, because despite it being for her own good, to help her, the way she thinks when she's having these "turns" is when something like this happens she feels as if she's being persecuted for something she can't control. I can't understand where she is coming from, but also where the staff at Woodlands are coming from.

Just ugh, not good. :( But I just hope they let her out for Tom's birthday next week..