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I’ve been on a bit of a high and feeling the excitement for next weekend. I’m such a big kid at heart.

It was freezing out this morning and didn’t really want to go and collect my dress, I wanted to stay wrapped up inside my bed and sleep forever. All that was missing was a warm body to cuddle up against and put my cold feet on, a cup of hot chocolate on the side and a bit of music to drift off to sleep with. Bliss. But, alas, that was not to be, I had to get my lazy bum up and dressed and in to town. *grumble*

Parking the car was as difficult as it can get on a Saturday morning when the whole world and his wife is trying to do the same. After eventually finding a sneaky place I went to grab the pay and display ticket only to meet my boss who was about to go pick up her dress from the same shop. We seem to meet regularly in town now.

Off we trundled in to the shop, complaining about Becky and what we can do about her. Even out of work it’s all we can talk about! We soon stopped dead in our tracks when we entered the shop and found our dresses hanging in the middle looking gorgeous, all shortened and steamed and ready for collection. I’d forgotten how pink mine was, so had my boss. I really won’t be able to hide in any dark corners with this on.

I left my boss to go buy a birthday card, some make up and a little bit of body shimmer dust, just to look a bit glam for the evening. I also bought some diamante clips for my hair, just in case they would be used in my hair style, but I don’t think I will use them now.

I raced home to get in the warmth and by a heater. I was hungry and hadn’t eaten or drunk anything since I’d woken up so needed food.

In the afternoon was my trip to the hairdressers, and thankfully it wasn’t so cold, but still bad enough. I was quite nervous about what was planned for me and I was excited because I know it’s only a week away now. By Wednesday I’ll be beside myself with a mixture of fear, excitement and sadness all the planning is coming to an end. Sad, hey?

An hour, a compliment that my hair is a very lovely colour and 69 hair clips later I was transformed. I think I looked alright, my family thought so. Obviously a posh up-do doesn’t really look right whilst I’m wearing winter woolies, trainers and a thick warm coat but for an evening ball it looked great.

This time next week I will be in a panic. Sorting my things out (and Mark’s) ready to go to our Christmas party on the Saturday. It’s really rolled round quick. Still, I have a week to get organised. I need to be because the following week I’m off work and going straight from the hotel to Mark’s mums and then back to his house.

Tomorrow morning I’m going in to town to pick up my newly shortened dress. While I’m in town I’m going to look at girly things like make-up, and clips for my hair. In the afternoon I’m going back in to town to have a practice with the hairdresser for my hair. I’m kind of looking forward to it but nervous at the same time.

On Friday I’m going to get everything sorted that we need so I only have to worry about my shower, getting to the hairdressers for my hair and then heading off to the hotel to get ready. Should be interesting getting in to my dress when it has to go over my head, I just know I’m going to ruin my hair. I guess Mark will need to help with that. I’m sure it will all go well though.

Pictures will be taken, maybe not a lot of me though. But I’ll put some up for you, I know you want to see the dress.

I hope by Friday I’ll also have some money. After blowing quite a bit on Mark’s Christmas present I’ve had to transfer some of my savings over and I’m going through that quite quickly - buying more presents. I think I should have the money in my account by Monday and I know I have enough for my hair and dress payments.

Becky is still being a bitch at work and I’m positive she is going to try and ruin our fun next weekend. I won’t let her though, I’m off the next week and it will be the start of my holiday so I’ll be feeling good, I’ll hopefully look good and she isn’t going to spoil it. Considering I didn’t want to go at first I’m really looking forward to it now.

I’ve just gone and spent an awful lot of money, and made myself broke in the process, to buy Mark a Christmas present. I can’t say what it is in case he reads this, but I know it’s something he will like and hopefully will love me forever for!!

It was kind of a spur of the moment decision, watching on Ebay whilst the bidding got higher and higher. People were sitting round willing me on and I felt good, I know it was adrenalin, but I haven’t felt that happy for a while. Then Becky bursts the bubble and says I’m stupid and shouldn’t have bought it. Who cares? It’s my money, my boyfriend, my Christmas present to him. I really don’t give a stuff what she thinks anymore. She makes everyone feel small with her remarks and it’s about time we told her to fuck off, that we aren’t all as condescending and rotten as she is. We don’t look down our noses at her what gives her the right to do it back to us?

Yesterday we received our gifts that we are taking to this Christmas party. Because it’s a charity function for children we’ve all given some money towards toys and presents and we will wrap them and take them with us on the 1st December to place under a tree ready to be given out to children who won’t be getting much this Christmas. Both Becky and I both got a make-up set, and she went on and on about how it was such a crap present and that she’d be so disappointed if she received it. I personally thought they were nice and girls of 11 – 15 years would love to play around with it. The colours weren’t nasty at all – in fact I wonder if I should get one for myself!

I don’t think anything will ever please Becky. Unless it has a designer label and is worth a good few hundred pounds she is never going to be happy. I don’t like people like that, it just shows how selfish people can be.

Ahh, the weekend..

But it’s over and work resumes tomorrow.

It’s only 10 working days until my christmas do and I really don’t care now. Ok, my body is flabby and my arms practically allow me to fly but I’m happy. I’m picking the dress up next week and letting somebody play with my hair, hopefully I’ll be in a party mood by then.

The weekend was fruitless but relaxing. All I wanted to do was sleep. All Mark couldn’t do was sleep. He kept waking up far too early. Our body clocks just didn’t match. I slept in in the morning and he had a sleep in the afternoon. What do I expect after a week of nights on his part? So not doing much, meant much laziness and it felt GOOD! I feel less tired, but I’m sure that’ll be gone by tomorrow morning, and I will make sure I get an early night tonight too.

My hair isn’t looking too bad now after Thursday’s afternoon of highlights. We’ve finally stuck our heels in and got rid of the snooping hairdresser. She is a mad woman, going through our belongings and making herself at home in our house - I was expecting her to go rooting through my bedroom on her next visit. She was annoying. Constantly talked about her dance classes she took and didn’t really give a damn about the hair she was cutting/colouring. So we’ve given her the old heave-ho and are going to hair salons. I’m thinking about letting the place that’s doing my christmas hair have a go and see where we go from there.

One thing’s for sure. I want a decent style, something I like and can live with but that doesn’t look like I’ve just got out of bed. My “style” that I’m supposed to have has just been left to grow out, it was supposed to be cut into my neck if you remember. Instead I have a chin length bob again. I probably won’t get my hair cut until the new year anyway, so it’ll have some time to get some length and then we’ll see where I go from there.

I feel much better knowing I’ll be dealt with by proper hairdressers instead of the makeshift one she was. Honestly, she was crap. I could cut hair better than her, do all the chat, colour the hair and still not snoop around someones house!

You know, I just want a little me time, a little pampering and it’s sounding pretty damn good to me.

I’d thought I’d give you all a little taster of exactly how little I do at work. Wednesdays are my busiest day, the rest of the week I sit and twiddle my thumbs and wait for work to be given to me.

08:30 - I arrive at work, turn my computer on, open the blinds and take my coat off.

08:45 - I start work. I have seven jobs to book in, and one has quite a few items with it. All of the jobs will have paperwork printed off, photocopied and the items stored away in a locked room. This will probably be the highlight of my day!

10:00 - Kate arrives to work her four hours. I have booked in five jobs of the seven. I’ve also chatted with the girls for a bit too.

11:26 - Just finished booking in the jobs, that big one was awful. Now to add the details on to a spreadsheet. Can you see how much fun I’m having?

11:47 - I get to make a phone call about the large job I booked in. Oh and send an email, I’m such a lucky girl!

12:00 - Now what? I have nothing to do, so I will wait for lunch.

13:00 - Lunch.

14:00 - Back to work.

14:15 - Have been given one job to book out. It won’t keep me busy for too long. Just a few bits of paper to fill in and I’m finished.

14:30 - Job done. I’m bored, so end up looking on the internet for place cards for the Christmas party tables.

14:43 - On to Facebook. I’ve decided I don’t have many friends on there so I get bored pretty easily. Instead I’m going to do the Heroes trivia questions on there and try to look busy for the next 2 hours.

16:04 - I’m still awake. Just. And waiting for 5 o’clock. (Please, please come soon!) I’ve ended up spending the afternoon playing around on Facebook. Anyone want to be my friend?

Please tell me you think this is crap and that I haven’t actually done much. I’ve just sat about and done nothing for most of the day, and like I said this is the busiest day of my week. Tomorrow I’ll pretend I’m working and wish the hours away until 5pm Friday rolls around.

If you can tell me that this job oozes job satisfaction I will be astonished. Becky has barely done anything all day either. We both just sit around at our desks and look bored and we don’t even sit in the same office to chat to each other.

I don’t know if I can honestly put up with this for much longer. Still I won’t complain too much, at least I’m working and earning a (little) bit of money.