Am getting very pissed of with the attitude of certain managers at work, it seems that they are now trying to flex their authority (think Cartman in uniform - respec ma authoritoir!) and are threatening a ban on internet and conversation. I think they see themselves as the headmaster of a class of kids. Suspect the Express and Echo will be seeing an increase in sales on Wednesdays (when they run the jobs available page). Certainly I'm redoing my CV.
Am also cursing my lack of money. Long Tall Sally have a gorgeous coat with a stunning pair of boots to match in their window at the moment. Alas I don't have a spare £200 to get them *crys*
I've had a couple of interesting nights out, the Burlesque has moved to a new venue which I can't say I'm very keen on. It's a Working Men’s Club and it still allows members free entry without tickets (while it's ticket only for the Burlesque crowd), certainly there were tensions between the locals and the fabulous burlesque guests and I got some stick for looking like an over pinstriped Boy George (I decided to try ‘Glamorous Boi Mode’ instead of the usual dragdiva) - some of the girls got unwanted attention too. Which is a shame because K&Q put on a great show.
On Friday I had a great night out at the Cavern's Alternative 80s night. Though the fact it was a great night was down to the company rather then the night. The DJ was appalling, I was expecting some obscure stuff, but not as much as was played. I wouldn't have minded if they also played some of the bands listed on the posters/online adverts. Also the DJ would leave the booth to chat at the bar, and not return until the PA went silent (very unprofessional), Still got a couple of dances to some Spanadu Ballet & Smiths and the conversation with good friends more then made up for the poor entertainment on offer.
