bless her

My poor wee mammy has been getting a lot of stick today for having bought a pair of shoes in the Rojo (posh ladies shoe shop) sale. You see, the problem is that (a) they have clearly been worn by someone else, and (b) their name is "prada faux". So, basically, she has bought second hand fake Pradas, and Dad and I have been giving her a fair amount of stick for it. She always gets it.

Work today was marginally better, in that most people are now feeling like me, and rather cannot be bothered about it. At least I am normal. I have been feeling quite good because I have been coming up with quite a lot of answers and solutions to problems myself, instead of just relying on my trainer to help me. But even then, nothing can really resolve the tedium that is hearing a constant beep in my ear. Furthermore, they are now being sticky about me taking a holiday in November. Basically, I can't book it now, because too many people are off, but I couldn't book it then, because I didn't have a log-in. What a total arsey Catch-22.

Another pain in the ass (gosh I'm a moan) - new underwear. £50 in Marksies, and I just feel that I have been robbed. I mean, shouldn't pants and bras be tax subsidized or something?