Part 1 was published some time ago
I've got a day off tomorrow! It will be my first day off for a fortnight, and if I wake up in time I am going to go to The Cliff. Mind you, knowing me, I probably won't, or knowing my luck, if I do go, They won't be there.
I'm well made up in some ways. I got a pay slip on Thursday, for my first week's work, and my statement this morning (my quarterly statement was sent here!) confirmed that it had indeed gone in. This week I will receive the large amount from the week that I worked loads.
I'm also made up in another way. C laid me off on Friday. While I've enjoyed working for her, and I think I've definitely learnt a lot, I don't feel bitter that I've finished. In fact, the three times I went last week, I didn't look forward to it, and couldn't wait for the three hours to finish. I don't like the idea of getting up so early in the morning - I think the pub job means that ideally my body clock wants to follow its own pattern, which doesn't include getting out of bed at half past eight. financially speaking, I might miss the money from cleaning, but if it means that I can do more at the pub, and I do it better, I can't complain.
Because I got paid on Thursday, I did a bit of shopping in Altrincham on Friday. I bought a denim jacket from Western Jeans. It only cost £20. At that price I couldn't resist it - and it's dead trendy. I had been looking for a black one, this one is grey - it will go better with my blue jeans than a black one would (bizarrely, Jimmy recently discovered this jacket at the back of the cupboard-under-the stairs. It happens to have male buttons, and it fits him, so it's now his!).
The only thing that's annoyed me since I last wrote this was in regards to footy. Firstly, despite trying to swap with everyone I could think of, I had to work Saturday lunchtime, which of course meant I couldn't go to Old Trafford in the afternoon. And then to add insult to injury, I get home to learn that the wallies were drawing two-two with Newcastle, and that was the final score. Yes, Newcastle United, the team we really slaughter at home usually. Mirandinha scored for Newcastle, and needless to say, grabbed all the headlines, while really, it should have been Brian McClair - apparently he had three good chances, and although he DID score, it was only from the spot (Jesper Olsen had scored the first).
I worked again in the evening, it was alright really, I enjoyed it, and I have to admit, there is more to life than Manchester United. Mind you it still hurts to have missed that game, but to make sure I don't miss the Spurs game, I've booked that Saturday lunchtime off - and I'm DETERMINED to go.
Sunday was alright. The lunchtime session is a nice one, just long enough and busy enough. then the evening was good. I caught the bus into Altrincham, and the train to Sale. It was a Pacer, the Chester trains are always Pacers on Sundays. Having done that, I was able to avoid going to Church, which was great.
The evening session was good fun. Ken the bloke from Tesco was desperately trying to get me to go out with him. Roth, who I don't like - I find him one of the most vulgar men I have ever met - was most offended that I refused to go out with him. Well, if there's one thing I do retain, it's my dignity! However, other men, well. there I was just doing my work, behind the bar, as one does, when I noticed C - H&J's son - I've noticed him before; probably the most I've noticed him for prior to last night is the fact that he is the father of the twelve week old baby. But I just l looked at him last night, and thought. Wow, that guy oozes sex appeal. Nothing I couldn't handle, indeed he disappeared after half an hour. Nothing to lose sleep about. Indeed today he was in the bar when we were clearing away and I was conscious of the fact that he'd turned me on last night rather than the fact that he is completely and utterly sexy.
