Yesterday, Blood Gelato and Bingo Wings.

Yesterday I had such a bad day and was in such a grump that I figured I'd better save my rant for today, otherwise it would have probably turned into an episode of The Osbornes, being bleeped out every two words. Plus we received the first disc of True Blood season 3 from Love Film, and that kinda won over ranting to you guys. Sorry, but hot vampires will always win for me. Eric.......He just gets hotter with every season! YUM! And let's not forget Mr Bill Compton.....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Anyway, enough dribbling into my cereal. Yesterday! Argh! I had to go and pick up some files before work from Camden Early Years. Should have been easy, but no. I had to wait about 15 minutes for a tube as they were coming frequently but were all the wrong branch, so when I finally got to the building I was supposed to pick them up from, I was already destined to be late for work. And anyone that knows me, knows how I hate to be late!

But then, I get to the reception desk, tell them who I am and what I'm there for, and they were just like the thickest people ever! "What is it you want? Who are you? What colour is the sky?" Mongs. So then I told them the guy I was supposed to ask for and they were like, he's not on the system, we don't know who he is. Blah blah blah. They passed me on the phone to like three different departments, who all denied knowledge of this guy. I even told them that it was an Irish spelling of the name, so it wouldn't be spelt exactly as I said it and I had the surname, but no, they obviously just employ retards there! (Apologies for the slightly un-pc term, but it was necessary.)

Then, as it is now 10 minutes before I'm supposed to be at work and I don't even have the files, I start getting even more pissed off and I actually had a go at the woman on the phone. I know, me who hates confrontation. But I couldn't help myself. I'd already had a really rude phonecall from them the day before, saying how we had to come and pick these files up and they'd had them for a month or something. So quite frankly, they met the Helen wrath!

They still couldn't find the guy I was looking for, so I basically gave up and was about to ring my manager, when low and behold they say, oh is it this guy your looking for? And I was like, yeah you dumn ass, that's what I freakin' said about ten times, you fuckin' numb nuts! Argh! Sorry, am clearly still annoyed about it now. And breathe! So, I got into work thirty minutes late after having to carry a heavy box in my arms for a good thirty minute walk. I didn't think I could have handled the tube again. There was enough anger in me, without adding tropical temperatures, being underground and the general public. He he. I was so annoyed when I got in, that I went to rant to my manager and then of course my kids decided they're gonna piss me off all day too. Needless to say, I wasn't the easiest person to work with yesterday.

Ah well, hopefully today will be better. I started off with a work out, though my arms were killing me from lugging that box around yesterday. Maybe that'll help me get rid of the bingo wings. Though you don't wanna go too far and end up with Madonna arms. That's never good. She's a scary bitch and I wish she would stop parading around her crotch. You're the same age as my mother Madge, just give it up already! No one wants to see 55 year old crotch. Put it away! Oh, and learn to sing while you're at it. Ooooops, wasn't meant to go into Madonna ranting mode. Well, i'd better not go into Katie Melua mode either, otherwise I'll be having another bad day.

So, it's Wednesday, middle of the week and it's sunny. It could be a better day.

Happy Wednesday.

Helen