would you like that gift wrapped?

i’m a weary little sock because i’m being worked to death. the holes are appearing and it can’t be soon before i start to unravel. oh how i want to curl up and hide in the back of the washing machine and lay crumpled, undiscovered for a few days (enough of the sock puns – ed). i’m being forced to work full time at the moment to fund my increasingly debilitating shopping habit. i’m only halfway through my first week of ‘real work’ and i’m already slightly traumatised, especially now the hours are stupidly long. at the moment I have to leave the house before 8 to get there for 8:30 to open for 9, and close the shop at 6 to leave at 6:30 and get home for 7.

i have been keeping a little metal tally recording how many sales we’ve notched up from opening half an hour earlier and closing half an hour later: 0.

anyway, enough whinging about my stupid work. the christmas shopping has been going okay. i’ve got quite a bit of stuff off iwantoneofthose.com. last saturday i went into town to do a bit more shopping and it was scary. i felt like a bloke, grumbling about how it was too hot and crowded. but it was! and stupid STUPID old ladies who stand stooped to look at something and take up the whole of the aisle and refuse to budge.

my mum’s just rung me from tenerife (pronounced ‘tenner-reef-fi’ if we’re feeling in a peter kay mood). it’s her 50th birthday today, and suprisingly sounds quite chirpy, as she’s spoken of her half century in suicidal tones since the age of 46.

(this entry is being cut short on grounds of its depressing nature and mediocrity. sorry.)

musical sock x