Still we're hanging on
Something I learnt today: How to stretch my lungs
Something that made me laugh today: myself
Thursday night I went to see the Sparrows play. They were supposed to start at 10:30, which I could cope with. I should never trust the words of Badger when he tells me these things. 11 they start, I watch the hole (somewhat short) set and with all the nonsense inbetween I crawl into bed at 12:30. Followed by one of the worst night sleep I ever had.
7am the alarm clock is on my case to get outta bed and head down to work. Grumble grumble says I. But off I go. I start at 8, have lunch at 11, finish at 5. Doesn’t sound all that exciting when you describe it like that.
But what happened in the middle? Mark happened. He started calling me “Bum girl” so, naturally (and I fear this was my biggest mistake) I asked why. The reason, he stated, was because I (allegedly) have an exceptionally nice bottom. Nice to the point of distracting Mark from properly doing everything that he was supposed to be doing. He was later to get in a great deal of trouble due to consequences of him not being able to write the number “22.”
It all sorta went downhill from there.
Sean agrees with Mark. Kim didn’t comment. Lee played the gentlemen and refused to tease me over the issue (this was Saturday mind you – Mark wasn’t even working but he’s still there in spirit apparently). Steve thinks I should stop complaining and be flattered (Steve, it would appear, doesn’t understand the definition of sexual harassment).
And I’ve still got a shift tomorrow to deal with.
I could cope with the whole thing as I joke, I just want it to stop now. Mark is a little “lonely” is my guess and is trying to get me to alleviate this boredom. I currently am not willing to, but my own loneliness makes it hard to ignore such flattering remarks. Mark noticed today (Sunday) that I was somewhat annoyed, but he has yet to put two and two together.
Meanwhile, a customer (female) on Saturday night told me that I have a lovely voice. I thought that was strange.

1 Comments:
Trust you to pick up the irony of that.
Yes, I did mean it. Mark got in a great deal of trouble because he mis-directed a home delivery to number 23 instead of number 22. The person at number 22 did not feel the urge to correct the delivery man, and as such got some free groceries.
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