The Girl Who Muddled

Yesterday was a strange day. I bloggled, furiously, about the amount of times the phone rang yesterday morning while I was trying to sleep, and I am unhappy to report that it rang 2 more times after I turned this laptop off. The 2nd time, I went downstairs, with the idea that I would be mightily grumpy with the unlucky person on the other end but by the time I got there, he/she had hung up... In complete frustration, I ended up literally ripping the phone off its holder and throwing it on the floor. You won't disturb me again.

It was roughly 11.15am by that time, and I managed to get a few hours sleep, up until 2pm, when I heard another 'ring ring'. It was my mobile. I was groggy, so didn't bother looking at who was ringing and said, 'Hello?' ... big mistake. It was the Goddess of All Evil, asking me to work a double shift because the PM staff hadn't turned up. The Grumpy One in fact. I made a shifty compromise and said I'd do it if he would do my night shift.

Result. I did the 2pm-10pm shift and didn't have to endure the tyranny of the Wall or the 1st instalment of the hideous weekend papers, (which should be being worked right about now!). I'm back on nights tomorrow however, so I cannot escape the dreaded extra hour due to a change in GMT, and also, I need to stay awake a little longer, despite the night I have had.

Now, I must explain, my original plan was to come home and relax and chill out, maybe listen to a bit of Annie Mac, maybe go to sleep at 3am? Proper chill out, is what I felt I needed. However, I was coaxed out by Mr.Roger to a "house party" that was nothing of the sort. Instead, it was a "small gathering" of 4 people, (that soon turned to 3), doing, what I can only describe, as getting completely smashed. Seeing as I had drived, with no intention of drinking etcetera, I didn't really think I would enjoy it.

And I didn't. Well, I did, and I didn't. It's hard to explain. There was me and Mr.Roger, one of the lesbians from the Letchworth Garden City drama school and 2 other people I had never met. One of them was also called Tom, and he spent the whole night, flirting outrageously with both the girls present. One of them, wasn't interested, for obvious reasons and the other one wasn't interested either, because she seemed to be interested in someone else.... Yeah... me. I have to admit I did enjoy a bit of attention... Any guy would right? But not too much...

Now, usually, I'd find it quite flattering and I would get a bit nervous about the situation, I tried to play the "not bothered" card for as long as possible. She said I had nice eyes and a nice body, just all the cringeworthy stuff that made me feel as uncomfortable as possible. She was wearing a hoody and jeans, (that seemed to disappear by 3am?) and had drunk a fair bit, but was what I would call, "a good drunk". However, that was when I had turned up at 11.30...

By 1am, she had added me on facebook, somehow managed to get my mobile number and had flirted with me unbelievably for the whole amount of time. I'm not boasting about this fact, as I found out she turns 17 in a couple of weeks, which makes her 16... Not cool. As this awkward night continued, with the other Tom failing amazingly in his efforts to charm anyone, embarrassing himself, and me, trying not to embarrass myself for completely different reasons, it started to become a bit alarming. As she drunk more and more, she became more and more ... clingy? I don't know, but by 2am, she was asleep on me and by 3am, I had had enough. Out of there. Despite her best efforts, which were surprisingly strong efforts, to keep me there, I had to leave.

Nothing dodgy happened. Just thought I'd throw that in there, just in case you were getting the wrong impression!

Still, at least it's better than running around after drunk customers and listening to the droning of The Wall talk about is fake degree from fake university because you're too dumb and now you work in a petrol station, with no hope of a future. I do have hope, thanks!

Back to normality tomorrow night, before the County Cup football match on Sunday which I will no doubt have no interest in, as usual. But this night, and the day before, has certainly been a strange one.

But it's good to have one of those every once in a while!

Ciao x