:falls over:

Well, first day at work was fun, second day was one of those days, bloody exhausting. Didn't get lunch until 3:30 and eating it til 4. Blokes are amusing nutters. I'm constantly going 'er... help? which screen is this on?' (system for getting codes v. stupid) However, somehow got introduced by Steve the manager to Paul the assistant manager as 'This is Heather. She learns fast.' My response : 'You lie.' He's currently trying to give me a nickname. 'H' isn't quite cutting it.

Last night went to L'Ortolan, swanky one star restaurant for Mum's birthday. Stuffed selves silly. Interestingly, there are only two options, both from the same menu. Either you have all seven 'taster' items or you have three off the menu in bigger sizes. Er. Considering their taster ones are 2/3 the size of normal portions, you get so fucking stuffed.