If I Had a Hammer...

... I would probably be too dangerous for words.

I have recently come to the conclusion that I am not a tolerant person despite what I have to exude whilst at work. Underneath that sweetly smiling face is often the bubbling anger and frustration at people and the way they can be.

Let's start off gently.

In my shop, I have a little teensy bit of OCD surrounding hangers. Yes, hangers. They have to be right. The shop has wooden hangers, some have 'non-slip' grips on them and are straight hangers, some are skirt clip hangers and the rest are standard hangers that curve forward slightly. This curve is representative or the shoulders so it is clear that the clothes sit on the hanger facing forward, i.e the tips of the hanger point slightly more forward that the centre of the hanger. Then, in order for them to sit evenly on the rails, the hangers all face the same way which in turn means that all the clothes face the same way. The hangers are then placed on the rail with the hook facing away to make it easier to take the item off the rail and get a closer look. To me this is all logical and sensible and a way of making it easier for everyone.

Why then, do people firstly have to take the clothes off the rail, look at them and then ram them back onto the rail in a completely disrespectful manner, facing the wrong way with the hook towards them. If it was easy to take off the rail, why do you need to make such a flipping song and dance about putting it back on the rail!!!!

It gets worse when people try things on. Putting thing back on the hanger the wrong way round and attempting to be helpful by putting things back, the wrong way round, back to front, skewiff.... arrgghgh! Then there's the people who can't even be bothered to put things back on the hanger and leave hundreds of pounds worth of delicate silks strewn across the floor... excuse me!?! Do I look like your butler/ house maid?? NO- pick it up!

Now we've established that I am 100% neurotic, let's see how to calm me down. To me it doesn't matter which shop you are in, be it Topshop, Harrods or Cherry Cherry, it is basic manners to treat the staff and the clothes with some degree of respect. Please, please, please, try not to yank the clothes around on the rail, if things fall off, pick them up, if it keeps falling off, let someone know. When you've tried clothes on in a boutique, hang them up and leave them in the changing rooms. Someone will rearrange them and put them back where they belong and how they would like them to be hung up. That even saves you some time and effort! woo :)

In all fairness though, if you come in with a smile and are lovely and friendly to me, I won't mind so much about the hangers...

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Untitled

Man number 3 is another dating site find.

I'm not sure where I stand with this one so he will be referred to as "untitled". We started messaging way back in November. Earlier this year the messaged stopped and I assumed that he had found someone so left it at that. Suddenly an email pops up and it picks up again. I thought it would be rude to ask why the long break so left it. We finally met up last week in the morning before I had to head to work in the afternoon. I really enjoyed our messages which were entertaining and witty and full of a bit of playful, flirty banter. He's an intelligent guy which is what I need- someone who I can learn from but who doesn't mind that I'm reasonably intelligent and ambitious. This posed a problem when actually meeting face to face. Our communication has been limited to thought out emails for such a long time and I had quite high hopes that I ended up being someone that was me but not quite me when we met. I really wanted to be able to chat easily but was constantly aware of myself, how I looked and what I was saying. Something about me just couldn't fully relax. This may have hindered my chances with "untitled" as there has been no mention of a second meeting... who knows... don't want to get hopes up again as that can prove to be painful!

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I've got to see you again

Back to internet dating and we have "I've got to see you again"...

Sadly this sentiment did not come from myself but from the other party involved. After a reasonable length of time getting to know one another through the standard dating site messages, the time came when it was becoming clear that a meeting was inevitable. I pretty much already knew this was not going anywhere and was selfishly enjoying a little male attention (we all need attention from the opposite sex now and then). So the first date came around- I had hoped to meet somewhere between our two locations but he insisted that I work too hard and deserved to be taken out properly so I agreed to be picked up and taken out for dinner. On first glance, I was even more sure that this would not go anywhere. I know it's not fair to judge on looks though so I kept an open mind and let the lanky, slightly weedy, geeky looking guy take me out. Plus I couldn't exactly turn around at that point. We shared some great food and reasonable conversation but there was nothing really there for me. He on the other hand, felt that he had to see me again and I'm too chicken to say to someone's face that I didn't feel the same. By the following day, we had arranged to meet again just a few days later. The day before the second date, a dozen red roses turn up at the shop and alarm bells start ringing. I honestly thought the postman must have the wrong place. How did he know my full name? how did he know the address of my shop? And yet I still turned up for the second date- a leisurely morning being treated to lunch in a nearby town. All very lovely but still no spark and with the added aprehension that he knew more about me than I had divulged... The next few messages through the dating site only served to put me off more and more. He had already planned the next four dates and was cleaning and tidying his house for my apparently imminent visit.... It was then that I sent THE message. The one no one likes sending but it really, absolutely, definitely had to be done!

Thankfully I have avoided any further contact with the slightly stalker type and am alive to tell the tale :)

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Hot 'n' Cold

Time to start the catch up!

I can't quite remember where I left off with the last blog but I now own a shop- A clothing boutique in Devon. It's bloody hard work and after coming into the business at a fairly unstable economic time, I am spending most of my life pretty broke and trying to think of new ways to bring people to the shop at very little cost. This lack of funds and time leaves very little time and energy for sorting out the love life. Despite this, I've managed to rack up a few potentially entertaining anecdotes from recent experiences.

I'm sure I have been through the first online dating meet up before so won't go there again. After that we had "Hot 'n' Cold". I met "Hot 'n' Cold" on the night of my graduation and there was definitely a fairly quick mutual attraction. After a night of getting on very well, some interesting conversation and the rest, I drove home in the snow at 4am promising to let him know I had got home safely. Although there was a reasonable amount of alcohol consumed on his part, I allowed myself to believe that there was also a reasonable amount of attraction and, having not had much success in the area for some time, allowed myself to get my hopes up- big effing mistake! One moment there would be a great deal of flirting and an arrangement made to meet up, then silence for weeks and last minute cancellations. We finally met up again 2 months after the first meeting and had a great time together, both agreeing that we hoped to see one another again. He was away with work for 2 weeks and we would definitely meet up when he was back. Nearly 3 months later, still not seen the guy. Somewhere in between that second meeting and now, I got fed up of being the girl that really pisses me off that I was turning into. We all know the one. The girl who constantly asks "why isn't he replying to my texts?", "What have I done?", "I can see he's online, so why the fuck isn't he talking to me?". After a couple of messages reminding him of my existence, I figured that if he was interested, he'd let me know and if he wasn't, he wasn't worth the effort. Irritatingly I felt a pair of earrings that were an 18th birthday present there and will never get them back- dammit!

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Deja Vu...

Here I am again!

It's 12:40 am and I can't sleep so after a nudge from a friend in the pub Sunday night, I am back to blogging again...

There's a lot to catch up on so prepare yourselves. There is also a strong possibility that, considering the time, there may be little sense and many spelling and grammatical errors in the first few posts. Please accept my apologies for this but there are so many jumbled thoughts strolling around my little brain that need to come out.

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