Friday Fucking Friday

Yesterday afternoon was 'orribly busy... hell... today is worse!!

Woke up this morning, found one of my landlord's cats has puked/shat/done something on my carpet.

Got SOAKED fetching lunch orders, my feet/socks/shoes are still soaking, not gonna do my feet any good.

It's been a fairly quiet easy day, but it's got worse. The other runner was gonna take something up to suites 11 and 12, I said I would take it as I had the recipt for 11's lunch, of course the editor I like is in 12. Well I have been too obvious with my 12 serving so it seems. The head runner said 'go serve your sexy man then!' really loudly as I walked out of the kitchen door. In front of all the other runners, they were all in there. I just carried on like I didn't hear it, but I bet they're all talking about me and laughing about me behind my back now. I know I shouldn't care, and the head runner thinks some editors are fit, and says it, but she is popular and likes popular men types and can get away with it. I hide my feelings for fear of ridicule but I have never been able to hide them.

As I said I know I shouldn't care but it's not just normal colleague teasing, I really feel like a total misfit and outsider here. The other newbie runner gets on with everyone fine. I put part of my misfitness down to being a deal younger than the others, but I am just so different. They are popular types who like all girly stuff like going out, drinking, clubbing, make-up, Twilight, celebrities, fashion, typical hot men, all that stuff you get the picture, I like extreme sports, writing, men based on personality not just looks, I'm a quiet weirdo outsider nerd and I don't fit in here at all.

It's not gonna make me give up but it does make me miserable, however this job will get me far so I am gonna stick at it as I am sure it will all be worth it. One day. This company is a really popular one in London, and busy and tough as it is, I will learn a lot and it will look great on my CV. Just be prepared for a lot of miserable blogging as I try and tough out these 2 months.

Can't believe it's the end of my second week already.

Oh and now mixing the pasta salad and smoothie I got from M&S as a treat to myself is making me feel really sick. FUCK'S SAKE!!!!! Fuck off life.