A Curious Girl: Incidents

I really should write an entry, even though I haven't a clue what to say about the whole faith thing, which is what I think all you guys seem to be itching to debate :)

Thanks Keith for your guestbook signing (I loooooove that film... have to wonder what 'The Guestbook Club' would be about, though).

Thanks Nicola. I love the layout, too wonderful, plus that woman looks a bit like me too :)

And thank you Paul. I tried to e-mail you but it didn't send. Maybe onetel were having a spazz or something, I don't know. But anyway. I have had some good guestbook signings, but I think that one takes the cake! I will elaborate for other peeps.

Yonks ago, I wrote about a video we watched in Psychology on a girl called Caraline who had anorexia. I remember reading about her in Claire Beeken's wonderful book My Body, My Enemy - she became Claire's dear friend and managed to help her recover from her anorexia - even though she never recovered from her own. I watched the video, wishing that things could have been different. This girl was so sweet, so eloquent too, and yet she couldn't love herself.

Paul signed my guestbook with this message - ...The reason I am writing is because you mentioned Caraline. Caraline was unofficially adopted by my mum (she found a mother's love after all - but it was too late) and therefore became my sister. We spent many happy times together just before she passed away. Caraline's little black cat (Thomouse) still lives with my mum. Caraline gave me much support to help me achieve my goal to become one of the countries first male pre-school supervisors. I love working with children - it is so rewarding. I have just graduated with my HND in Early Childhood Studies...

*smiles* That's so great. Thanks so much Paul, I'd like to get to know you too (I'll have another go at e-mailing you soon) - working with children is the best thing ever, as I'm sure my beloved sister can testify :) Congratulations on graduating!

Onto more mundane matters. I can't work out if some of the guys at work are nasty, mad, or both... I think, possibly because I've resolved not to let them faze me too much, that some of the aforementioned people like having a laugh on my behalf. (I know that sounds like funny reasoning, but I think if they thought they'd permanently offended me they might actually stop...). For one thing one of 'them' keeps referring to this man who left the staff a few months ago, who apparently looked like he could have been my brother. The trouble is, I don't really know what he's talking about, and it's just annoying. Sam (who's nice) eventually explained this to me, apparently assuming said man was my brother. I think they might have figured out that since this guy was Italian and I'm English, our chances of being that closely related are rather slim, but never mind.

And then there was a stupid incident with some customers today. I was serving one woman, so one of the barmen came over to serve a couple who'd come in. They wanted meat slicing. Only being a member of the bar staff, I assumed that he hadn't been trained on the meat slicer, which is a major Health and Safety point. After all, I often have to help him on the tills, so him being trained on the meat slicer seemed unlikely. He, after some confusion, claimed he'd signed the form, but the way he say it made it sound like he was just saying it to shut me up. I didn't want to be held responsible for cut-off fingers, so I warned him not to use it. This guy has generally been quite childish through most of the time I've been working at this job, so I did not feel I could trust him on this point. He's been rude to me and played stupid jokes, things like that. So I finished serving the other customer, went to greet the couple, and... they walked off. I called after them. They said they didn't want anything, and left. They looked disgusted. The trouble was, I had had to go to the kitchen for the woman I was serving, and have no clue of what transpired. Was he rude to them? The thing that, strangely, hurt most, was that I was convinced they'd got entirely the wrong impression of me. They hadn't understood that it wasn't that I didn't want them to be served, it was just that I didn't want some kind of horrible accident.

Talking to Philotte afterwards, she said that apparently this guy has actually been trained to use the meat slicer (I am still skeptical of this. I mean, I can't use the coffee machine and that's part of my job, so why would he be trained on something that isn't really his job? But I cannot challenge this right now.) Then I got a bit worried. I was unpleasantly reminded of school. I was going to ask one of the managers if he really had been trained, but I would have to tell him the entire incident and it would probably get me into trouble if he really had been trained. And I know, from past experience, that when people think you've done wrong, they don't give you so much as a second to explain why you acted as you did. So annoying.

Ooh, Matthew called. That was nice... I like just chatting with him sometimes, though I must confess, kissing is rather fun too ;)

I'm going to Soul Survivor in less than a week. Should be... interesting... :) I don't know. Last year was a strange ambiguous experience. With any luck, this year will be a good time to look for some answers.

Random word for today: Opulent

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