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Dec. 19th, 2011 08:56 pmOn Friday I found myself with some unexpected sexism at work. Long story short: we recieved a calender of naked ladies at work. This was from a supplier who genuinely felt it was a real way to ensure repeat custom next year. Distressingly, it probably is for a lot of people. It was rude, sexist, and frankly massively offensive.
Plus, on Friday, I Lost My Shit with the neighbours. I came homne to find two scallies stood on my landing, with bikes. There are lots of scruff marks up the wall now. "Can I help you, lads?" I queried.
"Nah, we're waiting for a friend."
They continued to bang on the door over hallway. I let myself into my flat and then smelt smoke outside the door. I stuck my head out. "THIS IS A PUBLIC AREA AND NON-SMOKING!" I howled. They ingored me, essentially, and kept on banging on the door.
"Let us in ! Your neighbours giving us stick!"
Thoroughly wound up, you can imagine my mood when someone started leaning on our buzzer. I stormed downstairs and flung the door open. "YES WHAT?!"
A frankly terrified young scallie lad, no more than fifteen, peered back at me. "Er... is Peter in?"
"YOU HAVE THE WRONG FLAT. NEXT TIME YOU HANG OFF SOMEONE'S BUZZER MAKE SURE IT'S THE RIGHT FLAT. NOW TRY AND RING THE RIGHT FLAT AND MAYVE THEY WILL LET YOU IN!"
I slammed the door shut and locked it again and stormed back upstairs.
I thought we might end up getting stick from whatever weird party they were having that appeared to be made up of fifteen year olds. Instead we were left alone. Good.
The weekend was much nicer. I went to Leeds, which was freezing cold, but I saw Tali which was brilliant! We had a good wander around Leeds, and drank lots of coffee and tea and looked around Harvey Nichols which was frankly terrifying. £800 for a dress?! Worth seeing, though. We had lots of chatting, and gossip, and talk of pandas - PANDAS! - and dodged shocking crowds. Good times.
Now it is less than a week until Christmas. Richie is on nights, so I am home alone and will be spending tonight having a bath. Rock and roll. Still, it'll all be worth it by the end of the week when I get four whole days off. Can't come quick enough, frankly.
Plus, on Friday, I Lost My Shit with the neighbours. I came homne to find two scallies stood on my landing, with bikes. There are lots of scruff marks up the wall now. "Can I help you, lads?" I queried.
"Nah, we're waiting for a friend."
They continued to bang on the door over hallway. I let myself into my flat and then smelt smoke outside the door. I stuck my head out. "THIS IS A PUBLIC AREA AND NON-SMOKING!" I howled. They ingored me, essentially, and kept on banging on the door.
"Let us in ! Your neighbours giving us stick!"
Thoroughly wound up, you can imagine my mood when someone started leaning on our buzzer. I stormed downstairs and flung the door open. "YES WHAT?!"
A frankly terrified young scallie lad, no more than fifteen, peered back at me. "Er... is Peter in?"
"YOU HAVE THE WRONG FLAT. NEXT TIME YOU HANG OFF SOMEONE'S BUZZER MAKE SURE IT'S THE RIGHT FLAT. NOW TRY AND RING THE RIGHT FLAT AND MAYVE THEY WILL LET YOU IN!"
I slammed the door shut and locked it again and stormed back upstairs.
I thought we might end up getting stick from whatever weird party they were having that appeared to be made up of fifteen year olds. Instead we were left alone. Good.
The weekend was much nicer. I went to Leeds, which was freezing cold, but I saw Tali which was brilliant! We had a good wander around Leeds, and drank lots of coffee and tea and looked around Harvey Nichols which was frankly terrifying. £800 for a dress?! Worth seeing, though. We had lots of chatting, and gossip, and talk of pandas - PANDAS! - and dodged shocking crowds. Good times.
Now it is less than a week until Christmas. Richie is on nights, so I am home alone and will be spending tonight having a bath. Rock and roll. Still, it'll all be worth it by the end of the week when I get four whole days off. Can't come quick enough, frankly.