Dear Diary

It did snow on my blog :o)

I think today is gonna be an 'oh my God' day. It's the only sentence that seems appropriate so far today.
Keith let one go on my hand this morning (in his sleep) and I rolled over moaning 'oh my God' as in you dirty, dirty git
I walked down stairs at 6 this morning and it was 'oh my God' so cold
I had to find a place to park my car at 7am this morning as there were no spaces last night when I finally, finally got in from work (had to stay on a cupla hours) and the traffic wardens do the rounds at 8am on a Sunday morning, and 'oh my God' there were just no spaces. (I eventually parked it on top of another)
When I got back in Jack had got up, and 'oh my God' his nose was so red and 'oh my God' he'd snotted his way through a whole box of tissue (with balm, see I am a kind caring mum)
Then I was reading a journal and I was like 'oh my God' this woman is so perfect (Gem's knows who I'm talking about') It's such a perfect life it just can't be real, I hate her, I do, really. Lil Miss Perfect
I record Strictly and X factor when I work on a Saturday and enjoy settling down with Jack to watch them on a Sunday, I signed in to Facebook and someone had noted the loser of Xfactor in their status, 'oh my God'
Sara's statement about playing with pretty face's baubles made me exclaim 'oh my God' in a shocked manner
Martin then came downstairs at 7am, he woke without the use of a bucket o cold water, 'oh my God' a miracle.
'oh my God' it's so good to know I can huddle indoors for the next four days, all warm n cosy, no Sains till Wednesday. All my long shifts are over now, I have only taken on 6 hours maximum. Christmas eve I have volunteered to do 5am til 10am, no one else wanted to do it, but I think it's the best shift, get it done and out the way and have the rest of the day to relax and prepare for the day that is Christmas.

Work went completely tits up yesterday, absolutely and utterly tits up. I am glad I work there. Too many things went wrong to explain in an entry but basically at 5 o'clock when we hadn't seen the counter's manager for 2 hours, things were getting manic, there was only me, Martin and 2 other youngens to run and shut down counters I took control. None of them had had time to go for a tea break in 4 hours so I shut the meat counter, closed down the salad bar and told them to bugger off and take a break, if and when the manager decided to turn up from her jaunt to God knows where, then I would be held responsible. Just so happens she did turn up five minutes after they went. She said why is everything closed? To which I replied: None of us have had a break for 4 hours, nobody knows where you have been for the last 2 hours, there is not enough staff to cover counters for tea breaks and if you have a problem then I am willing to go to the store manager with you and discuss lack of staffing issues. (it's not a lack of staffing, it's her lack of management skills, she had 12 people on during the day and hardly anybody for the evening shift) She replied, no, no, it's not a problem, and skulked off. She then expected Martin to shut down salad bar, food to go and the deli as me and another colleague were due to leave at 6. So I had a pep talk with Martin in back room, told him exactly what to do about this situation. So he did, he told her there was no way he could shut down three counters and serve on his own, it has to be a breach of health and safety as there should be 2 people on each counter, one to serve and one to shut down. So we compromised, I would stay and shut down salad bar, she would stay and shut down food to go and Martin did the deli. She couldn't really refuse as I was volunteering to stay, and I started at 9 whereas she started at 2, she would have looked a right plonker. I think Martin enjoyed it, but he has to learn to stand his ground, he just does not like to let people down, but I explained it's not a matter of letting people down, it's a matter of being taken the piss out of.

Have you seen the new LED xmas lights, how fab, no more dodgy bulbs, and I think they're less of a fire hazard. I have bought some snowflake ones, I will post a picture of my tree later, look forward to that, won't you.

anyways, I'm gonna have a cuppa, and watch X factor with my Jack and his snotty nose.

Here she is:

aww, lil Jack, he's laying on the sofa, box and rolls of tissues next to him, bin full of used snotty tissues, so I gets on with my housework, and I tied up the bag of tissues and walked away and he shouts, muuum, bring that back, I'm taking them tissues out the bin and reusing, it's called recycling you know!