Thank God It's Friday!

I got up with approximately 12 minutes to spare before I had my annual check up at the doctors surgery. Thank god the surgery is literally around the corner from my house. Made it a little bit late but it was practically empty anyway. Got back home before 9:30am and decided I was going to take my sweet time to get into the office. Shoot they know I have an appointment, and with all this job replacement secrecy thing going on, the last thing I'm feeling is particularly loyal today.

I had a crazy breakfast, a cup of tea, mixed vegetables, and 2 chocolate éclairs, watched the infamous "He's just not that into you" episode of Sex & The City and chilled for a while. Like I've mentioned before, my eating habits are crazy!! I eat what I like, when I like and it suits me fine. No wonder I have problems eating at other people's houses, it's all too perfectly grouped together and I don't necessarily want rice with my chicken, I may want mashed potatoes or just sweet corn or maybe even something crazy like a chocolate bar. My aunt never fails to remind me when it comes to food I've always been picky. And picky I am.

For London creeping up to October, it’s a beautiful day today. I had a self-productive evening last night and decided to thread my own eyebrows, give myself a facial and a pedicure for £0.00 I've been having an ugly day this week where a paper bag was definitely needed so decided to try and get myself feeling a little better about myself especially as tonight is Miss D's birthday drinks at Guanabara. Why is it when you're looking at your worst, crap hair no make-up guys sit up and pay attention? Regardless it's a confidence boost which I like.

I went to Peckham after work last night and bought some hair products, I'm going to put my hair back in the kinky twists this weekend, as I need a break from having my hands in it daily. Plus it's been a while since I've had them. The change and break will be a welcome.

Got the train at 12:03pm and then when on the Underground saw an old college friend, who I usually see on the Northern Line, get on at Borough station. Its funny I was thinking about her this week, as was she, and we both said we were going to drop each other a line and see how the other was doing. We spoke about the job cuts, Lehman's and now 500 at HSBC based over at Canary Wharf. Great, more financial doom in The City and Docklands. But thank God I got paid to day, and every week that I am, I'm more than thankful and blessed. Looked at my finances today and I am a happy camper!

Must remember to put some money down on the Euro Millions this week. £100 million. Could you imagine? I have no idea of what numbers I'm going to put on so I'll just do a lucky dip.

The poison dwarf is back from her 2 week break from Greece. I have not even acknowledged her presence. And am not about to. I don't like her and with people I don't like I don't pretend to either. It's a waste of my time and effort. If it's work related I will address her. She had the nerve once to ask me "am I engaged or married." Now the fact that I've been here for close to a year and she has to ask means I don't talk about my personal life at work. And I told her just that. I don't care if she's my boss's boss. "I don't talk about my personal life." "Why are you going on 50, married, but have never had children?" Would she fee comfortable talking about her business who other than somebody that works in the same building as her is a perfect stranger? I have too much on my mind in respect to Roman and his birthday coming up and that if she ever so much as crosses me or anyone for that matter IT IS ON! I'm not in the mood today. I'm still trying to decide whether to go to the cemetery with the family on his birthday and plant flowers with them. I was welling up talking to Mrs H when I got into work I was trying hard not to go full on. She said she's thinking about getting him some balloons, I was thinking about a birthday card.

I've applied for 2 jobs online and now have another 34 to look through and add to the shortlist to see if I like the look of any of those. Damn it!!! Now the manager who can't manage is back from lunch.

Drinks tonight after work, going to break in the platform heels [that don't need breaking it cause they are that comfortable] and enjoy my night the best I can.