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Trying to get feeling back into everything below waist. Which is annoying, because that's the bit that does the exercise...

Spent a while after work taking down sale. *Joy*. Just glad I wasn't on window duty this time, as windows are a bugger.

Also getting even more irritated with Keith, t'boss. Has immense martyr complex. Tonight it was 'Oh, I work til at least 7:30 every night (we close at 5:30) and I'm not getting paid for it.' Us, including the assistant manager went 'File for time in lieu, mate.' Him : 'Oh, I'm a realist, I won't get paid for it, I never did at my last job.' Paul, Asst manager and general decent bloke with taste for punk music. 'They're normally pretty good about it here.' Keith whines some more. We looked unimpressed at said whining. We don't care about your sacrifice. Stop whinging or don't do it, the rest of us wouldn't if we weren't getting paid.

Also, going to start applying for earlier lunches, like everyone else, rather than taking my lunches last because my stomach doesn't mind getting food as late as 2:30. However, I fucking mind when Keith goes for lunch (eventually, as he always finds little tasks to do while I yell at him 'Keith! Bloody go to lunch!'), is seen to go for lunch, and then I see him working a while later. He's been there half an hour, so I tell Paul when it's calmed down a bit that I'm going for lunch. Get sweater on, start to head out, when Keith whines from behind me 'Oh, I only took ten minutes because I saw it was busy.' Me : 'Fine. I'll get my food then you can have the rest of yours.' Get back, he doesn't take it for another half hour, finding little tasks again, while I yell. Eventually when he comes back on the floor I enquire if I can take the rest of mine. Paul explains that this is why they apply for early lunches. Christ. It wasn't busy. We could handle it. You only come on the floor if you're asked. It's your lunchtime, not the store's, and this is why I stay out of the store for lunch, as that way you're not interrupted in any way shape or form by people wanting stuff from you. Stop with the fucking martyr act!

Journeys into antiques

Have tested Granny's sewing machine. Am thinking it may be Great Granny's due to immense age, no electrics whatsoever (not even a lamp) and Mum not remembering it.

Mutual decision after her showing me how to thread, etc, of 'not going to use it' after general stiffness and not being able to figure out how to do the tension on the lower bobbin. Methinks it will require person who likes pre-1920s sewing machines. Will have to go and make more begging noises in neighbour's direction to get her slightly younger sewing machine. Hers has electricity for the lamp and is in complete working order, which is about the only difference... Otherwise I'm so saving up and figuring out how to get a sewing machine home from John Lewis.

And now I'm off for a shower to get a) clean and b) warm.

silly meme, because it's been way too long...

Gacked from louiselux and thete1

EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS = Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot
Chilli Dordoigne

SOCIALITE ALIAS = Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied
Darling Lovie Sweetie Bear (yes, my dad invented this to irritate me) Reading

"FLY GIRL" ALIAS (a la J. Lo) = First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name
H. Wal

DIVA ALIAS = Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen
Charbonnel Limelight

GIRL DETECTIVE ALIAS = Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Last Went to School
Cub Falmouth

BARFLY ALIAS = Last Snack Food You Ate + Your Favorite Drink
Caramac Margherita

SOAP OPERA ALIAS = Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived
Jane Penrose Susakan

PORN STAR ALIAS = First Pet's Name + Street You Grew Up On
(no pets, so first soft toy) Honey Bear Goodliffe

ROCK STAR ALIAS = Any Liquid on the Bar + Last Name of Bad-Ass Celebrity
Tequila Farrell

Am personally loving the Diva Alias. Dammit, how can you get more diva like than expensive chocolates and limescale remover? However, the childhood nicknames don't really get any better - Public/Private Leaning Post and Heather Feather. That's kind of it... (you don't count lamb, ducks, flower, and pet when they come from great aunts)