Tuesday, RECAP!

TUESDAY:

Today is NOT a good day…
It's really stressed at work and Simon's getting on my nerves badly. I have done everything he asked and he's STILL moaning-god sake man, shut UP!

Now I have Jo moaning about 'Excel,' it's quite funny really. She says, 'I have more experience than you in being a secretary, blah blah blah blah blah big-myself up more blah, blah, blah, blah, eat cake, blah, blah, blah'
So, she asks me if she can use the computer, I let her. She starts typing out her stuff on there and then low and behold she's stuck! Oh, how the mighty have fallen. So I show her how to auto-add up on the stupid thing and carry on with my work. Then she says that it hasn't added it up correctly because she's already worked it out herself. I point out that it is Excel's JOB to add up, she points out that it is hers aswell..so I take a look, nope, Excel's right. So then I get the *look* because she knows what my grades were like for maths :s yeah okay, not good!

She's adamant that she is right though, I cannot seem to find fault with Excel though, so she moans that I've done it wrong *sigh* so I leave her to trying to figure it out herself as I have people to call….later on…she comes to me looking slightly sheepish and says that it WAS her that got it wrong-duh! That's 'cos you fucking stoopid
I am happy now :D Well…I am semi-happy as my brain is being frazzled today. I'm about to go into meltdown mode as Simon KEEPS asking me the SAME thing (I swear no-one listens to me, it drives me crazy!!) and if he keeps interrupting my conversations I shall hit him with the pantone booklet thing out the back!
He keeps saying, 'So what's happening with the Shrewsbury School job?'
I have told him 18 times now that it is to be printed on the back in CREAM. It says it on the SHEET that I MADE. I rant at him, he ignores me, this annoys me. I rant at Rod then, he ignores me, this annoys me. I rant at Jo, she ignores me, this annoys me. I rant at myself, I ignore me, this annoys me. I annoy Gaz, he seems unaffected, this annoys me…

I get over my annoyance by writing this, it's like a 'calm down Kat' mechanism!

Bigo apologiso if he's reading this ^.^*

'Nom Nom!' ;D *licks face!*

I sort out an order for some 'creature' that's come in. She's very thin, as the fashion is nowadays I understand, has awful teeth (Bulimia I assume-have seen this enough) and looks marginally like Mr.Ed…yep…the girl could eat an apple through a letterbox. Did I mention I am also brooding today and am in an evil mood?
She says that I apparently gave her boyfriend (my god! Please don't tell me she give's the poor bastard head!) a quote a while ago (3 months to be precise) and she wants to make good on it. I look over the quote; we only do quotes to last 30 days as prices may fluctuate depending on ink cost e.t.c she says I am being 'awkward' with her and that the quote should still be valid! IT SAYS 30 DAYS ON THE BOTTOM

I am tempted to vent my anger out…
'Now listen here yah little pigeon-chested freak…'
Instead I manage to rein it in and say, 'If you have any problems with me, or the way I have dealt with your order, then please…by all means, speak with the manager'
I resist the urge to say, 'daddy' in the 'spoilt brat' tone I can do.
She notices my 'death to all whom may oppose me' look and says it's fine and is probably her fault, of course it's your fault you stupid bimbo! I can see her roots and I am feeling slightly 'catty' and am dying to give out one of my hairdressers cards to her and pointedly look at her scabby brown roots coming through, ugh!
I love the smell of defeat in the afternoon ^_^* oooh, I'm so evil today.

'So what's happening with the Shrewsbury School job'
…..I'm going to kill him…..

Me and Si have an absolute rage at each other, he won't back down and nor will I. Problem is I *know* I am right (seriously, not joking) and it annoys the hell outta me...everyone stays out of my way for the rest of the day

I go home, have a bit of a cry and feel better. I start to sort out what I need to pay out e.t.c at home and this drives me mad as there is a LOT to go out-and not that much coming in -_- *sigh* things are gonna be rough for a little bit. No going out for me :'(

Later on my mood improves. Gaz comes round and stops

Kat the lone...embroiderist Part 1/?

MONDAY

Madonna, 'Die Another Day'
This pretty much sums up today for me.

I am left on my lonesome as Si and Jo are busy moving round the stuff from the shop in town and Rod's off ill or something (no idea)

So I get into work, am just told to 'look through stuff to do,' so those two swan off and I'm left in charge...

Now, I actually excel when I am left alone as I work under my own steam, rather than obeying anyone else. So 'efficient Kat' comes along! I get all my bits in the office sorted, take 3 orders and arrange 4 quotes. It's now 10:00am. I decide to have a look at what embroidery is left for me to do today since Rod's away...I am extremely cross to find that the one job that was promised for FRIDAY has not been completed! So this means I will have to rush to finish it. Ron (who the order is for) turns up, I have to explain that it will be done by 4pm (4 fleeces take half an hour as the logo has LOTS of stitches, and that's if the machine behaves and there is no 'breaks' at all...so I'm gonna be pretty much flooring it!!)

I decide I will be okay to get the 'Waste...' job done aswell for roughly the same time, so I set it up on the other side and get ready to do a quick run to see if the logo's okay and the machine isn't playing up...it is! I am SOOO cross!! The machine decides to go and kill itself, so I am covered in grease from trying to oil it, have baby wipes everywhere and my hair looks like Macy Gray! I am panicking and there are people still calling the phone, coming in for quotes, requesting orders so I am feeling the strain!! All before lunch aswell...ugh....not good!

I do a sample on the other side for 'Waste...' and it's fine, definately only the one-side of the machine playing up, so I'm semi-happy. I get one polo done and Simon comes back, asking me what's up e.t.c, I have an awful 'superior' feeling again and I inform him that everything's under control and to stop pestering. I then re-arrange the embroidery bay (which Rod will probably moan about) because it was so un-organised!! So I feel as if I've made the work-place better for everyone. I manage to fix the machine, don't ask me how (it involved unpracticed methosd..namely beating the shit out of it and screaming, 'work you fucking fuck!')

I get on with Ron's RAF job and leave it to run two samples (both sides to make sure machine's okay now) these will take half an hour, I will go on my break whilst waiting for them to finish. I don't need to watch them as I know it's all okay on the csrappy sample pieces, I will have to watch when the real fleeces are on though...just in case. Si and Jo hve already had their break and are now pestering the life outta me for stuff, so I turn my nose up and sit resolutely in front of the PC (current destination) with my lunch clutched in one hand and looking murderous...they know better than to annoy me.

It's 13:20pm now and I'm just finishing my lunch...Sugar Puffs!! YUMMY! I haven't had them for AGES! (Feels like a kid again) So I'm pumped full of energy and puffy-ness! So off I go to start the next 4 fleeces, the samples have come out A-Okay, yayeth!

Tune in later for more mayhem!lol.

Sunday 28th, a slow day

Sunday

Left Gaz's, was tired...got in and went shopping Somerfields. Had a 'benny' as bags broke on the way back home, mini-cry as I was hot and annoyed. Man said, 'Why doesn't she get her boyfriend to help her out' I got annoyed and replied, 'Just because you can piss standing up does NOT make you superior in any way! Now kindly fuck off!!' Left him rather stunned, got home, unpacked shopping, cleaned, made dinner, read some raunchy fiction, got hot, got annoyed...
Went and had a cold bath, looked at self in mirror in an analytical fashion as I need to lose weight still...

Sadly, sat here eating Haagen Daas is not going to help.
It's too hot, it makes me feel sick, sticky and grumpy. If I was thinner I'd walk down the damned street butt-naked, but that's something I'm working on, decided not to have another spoonful of ice cream.
I've lost some things and can't remember what they are...will wander around aimlessly for a while and see if I can remember/find them...
STILL too hot! Have removed all clothes in hope to cool down, not working. Cat keeps lying on me, going to have to wax him.

Drank so much water I'm going to pee like a camel all night.
Have found phone.
Have found MP3 player.
Can't remember what else I was looking for...
Trying to get to sleep on top of covers, will watch porn

Recap 2: Saturday Night Fever

SATURDAY

Robyn, 'Handle me' I LOVE THAT SONG!! I've had 2 friends say it's like me (the song, not her-thank god!! Otherwise they'd be EX-friends.)
Have you seen the 'BROWS' on the woman? Fuck me sideways they are like two caterpillars mating when she wiggles 'em!
Got up...late....went out....late. Saw Colin (a.k.a Uber Emo!lol JOKE!!) was up town and so I mooched down to Curios to see Simon and get my wages, yummy money! Then I hear a, 'Hey-Kat!' and it's Uber Emo himself!hehe. We got to the Shrewsbury for a quick beveraaage-I fry his head, poor man.
Realised the 'you're my twin' comment was a tad daft as he is older than me, but I was never one for maths after all.

I have this weird new drink called Koppenburg(?) Ree's got me drinking it. 'Summer Fruits' version. Me likey! Coling leaves and I go and meander, I can't be seen to be drinking on my own...not that much of an alcoholic juuust yet! I go for a little walk, get credit, listen to MP3 player, chat to a few people I know then call Simon as he's left Curio's. He informs me that it's my Cousin Daniel (Architect..not as in the band!) so Caz (Aunty) Bob (Uncle-everyone's got one!hehe) Charlotte (Dan's sister) and some Business tycoon that they know (sometimes it worries me how well connected my dad's side is...not synapse-wise though!) I'm immediately encouraged by my father to 'Tart myself up,' hopefully attracting Mr.Tycoon's eye! (*Shakes head*) knowing my luck he'd look like a fucking Racoon...

So I decide I'm fine as I am and then go meet Si at the Shrewsbury (I've just waked from there!) we have a few there, go to the Hole in the Wall, see Kelv and then have a few more. Get to the 'Wheat Sheaf' in town (not Frankwell) meet a few of dads friends then we went to the Lion and Tap (saw Alan, drunk as purr usual-LOVE Alan!lol) then we go to the Hop and Friar and then finally 'The Crown.' The rest of the family are celebrating Dan's Birthday at the Peach tree (sure it's called 'peach' as the bummers own it or something?) so we wait for them...adn wait...and wait....then I get bored (as I usually do) I also decide I've had enough of weird men trying to 'maul' me and give me their number...so I give them Simons! HAHA.

Decide I want to go and see Gaz, I've been 'annoying' him for most of the night, as is my nature. No idea why (grin) honest! So I trundle up the road in a straight line and hum to myself the songs on my MP3 Player. I have the Zen 'Stone' one, it's small, shiny and black. It's got anti-shock, anti-shower, anti-scratch...so pretty much 'anti-me,' which is good as I have a weird penchant for taking electrical items into the bathroom with me and they get...uh...'broken'
I'm no Emo though, none of that 'throw the radio in the bath so I can die with my music' lark thank you. I love the way they are 'individual,' when every single sodding one of them is trying to 'off' themselves in some way. The word 'Lemming' springs to mind...
Hey, now that's a fun idea! Why not Re-make 'Lemmings' the game, but make them Emo's instead! They can all just traipse along after each other with their stupid side fringes moaning! I'll do some voice over's, main words will be:

'My family hates me so much they tried to sell me on Ebay'
'No-one understands me'
'I live, therefore am depressed'
'I love Fallout Boy'
'I have no friends, only blogs'
'My mother drank while I was in the womb'
There we go! I'll patent that, thank you!

Anyway...I've gone off on a random sprawl again! My brain just spits stuff out and I write it! Like Mr.Brand.
So I go to Gaz's, annoy him by being incredibly cute when drunk (dare you to deny it!) then leave Sunday morning (I swear to god all I do is clean up Star Burst!! *see earlier blog*)

Re-cap 1: Friday 25th

RECAP NUMBER ONE!!

THE WEEKEND KICKS OFF

FRIDAY

Worked at Curios and did my part for our super sales! Nan came in to help, pestered the fucking life outta me! Asked me was I seeing anyone and then chuckled when I said, 'you know me...sowing oats and whatever else needs sowing,' she remarked that I can't sew, which is true...no idea why I found that 'sew' amusing at the time...anyway...
I went on a random meander up town at abooout 12:30 to nip and see if I could get my nose pierced (I'd had the 'right' side done, it healed up) I could, I did. It hurts like a mother-fucker! I remember why I put myself off having it done again (now on the left side) I can have LOADS of tattoo's, but a piercing really fucks me up, big style.

After I go back to the shop and nan informs me Rod (from work) was sent to retrieve me as there is some artwork that needs doing (why Simon didn't tell me this Thursday we will never know) so I ring Si and ask him what the heck he's doing as Jo was supposed to be swapping with me at 2pm! He says he forgot and needs me, some bull. I say that's fine, gets some chips and a f-f-f-f-fish cake (looong story) and she's happy and doesn't fry my brain for a whole half an hour.
Rod comes to pick me up in his Audi (if I hear him comment about it being great one more time I am taking a huge dump on the bonnet to show my contempt for it. Very ladylike) I don't care if the fucking car is made of bastard gold! It's a C A R, it is not a human, animal or anything you can properly interact with-GET OVER IT! It's good for driving, not fucking. You'd think he was having as relationship with it the way he goes on. I almost expect him to come into work saying,
'Hey, here's a funny story. Last night when me and the Audi were in bed-'
No, no, no, no, NOOOO! I don't want to HEAR any more of your crap stories that make no sense and are not funny!! WHY do you insist they are so bloody amusing?! They aren't! No I shouldn't have, 'been there' because it would be the pissing same! Only then I would have *seen* how shit it was, rather thn just heard it! Gah!!

So we get into work, I do all my stuff I need to do. Simon's chatting away to Mike and I get Neil-sodding-Griffiths on the phone...oh and I want to kill myself! He's welsh (not a crime in itself) but when combined with being annoying aswell, you really want to bludgeon him to death with a leek! He hardly gives us any work and wants it DIIIRT cheap! I dislike him, he drives me mad, he doesn't pester any-fucker else, only me!! So I'm told specifically *not* to answer the phone, so like a good girl I don't. I just sit there, doing my artwork, getting it all sorted and up-to-date...then the messages arrive. I can hear the voicemail click in with my chirpy voice:

'Hello, thank you for calling Multiprint, I'm sorry we cannot come to the phone. If you leave you're name, mesage and a contact telephone number, we'll get right back to you. Alternatively contact us on multi_' e.t.c e.t.c...

*BEEP*

(In order of Neil leaving them. Cue really HEAVY WELSH ACCENT-he sounds like he's been eating nettles)

'Oh, Kaaat, do you think you could call me back please?' No
'Kaaat, I still haven't had that call off you yet...' Because I ain't rang you, fuckwit
'Kaaat, I'm going out now, I won't be able to answer the phone to you now' Good
'Hey, Kaaaat...I'm still here, not gone yet' Jesus fucking christ
'I have gone, but I'm back now you-see' No, I can't see you idiot
'I'm sat round waiting for you to give me a call, I know you're proooobably busy' Then get the hint and fucking shut up.
'Kaaat-' YES NEIL!?

I answer the phone..
I want to slit my throat...

After half an hour of telling 'boyo' I can't do his sample until he approves the quote, to which he replied, 'Well...it's like a chicken and an egg situation there Kaaat, I can't approve it until I see the sample'
Yes, yes you can Neil. If the price sounds good then you say 'Yep, go ahead with a sample' and then I do it. No approval of the quote, no artwork-sorry. It's like me saying, 'Oh...we'll have 10 of those vests made up and we'll try 'em on. Then you gimme a quote and I'll see if I want them...' Uh...no

So I go out later, say 'fuck it' to my conscience telling me to save money because I'm in shit. I need to let loose! And I bloody well do! I have a really interesting time at the Swan, then decide I'm not tired at 4am...meander round the quarry e.t.c e.t.c (haha) don't wanna go into depth with it as I may be told off,lol.

Ree mentions that she has some pics of me or something...this should be fun...

I go to bed