I’ve not written in a while, sorry about that. So update on the job - I quit! YAY. Because I found a better paid and much more FUN place to work. I’m working at a nightclub in the town next to mine. It’s open Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. I usually start around 9.30pm, finish around 3-5am. It’s a late shift but it’s so enjoyable! I’ve made tons of new friends already, met a lot of guys and swapped numbers (new plan; date and drop!), earnt myself lots of bonuses and generally had a great time.

I’m in the Promotions side so I often go out on the streets handing out flyers then go back to the club to give out memberships (best fun EVER). I basically get drunk people to sign my sheet, take a membership then I stand and chat with anyone in the club for hours. I can dance, make friends, have a good time. And I get paid for it all! Some nights I’m on the bar too, which as you’ll know I loveeee to do. This job is just so much better, so much more respect!

I’ve also started a cleaning business again. I need to do a lot of flyering for it and promoting, but in the end I’ll get there… slowly slowly! I just hope that over time I can make it big in life. I’ll work my ass off at my business, work my ass off at the club. Maybe someday I can get what I hoped for in the first place

Oh yeah; and working at the club means free designer coats! If the coats are left in the cloakroom over a month we get to take them. I’ve got myself a nice little number I found last night. Loveeee it, haha. Fuck that Italian, I’m doing much better now!

No pun intended!

My boss today, I could have murdered him right there on the spot. Wrapped my apron around his Italian neck and pulled until his eyes popped out. I am so fed up with this job. From the word go, everything has been wrong and illegal and generally fucked up. The way he used to perv on me and touch my bum as I walked past. The way he and his wife would shout and swear at me if I did something wrong even though they hadn’t taught me it in the fucking first place. The way he pays me £3 an hour when you work out the weekly wage divided by the 60+ hours that I work. The way he calls me at 1am and asks me to come in the next morning. The fact I’m not even paying tax and could myself get screwed over (I don’t know the rules) because of HIM.

Everything. It’s all wrong.

Tonight a pretty young girl started. She’s 19 like me, her name is Amber. She was real real nice, I like her. But ohhh did Luigi like her too. He turns round to me IN FRONT OF HER and say “Laura you need to stop eating in the night time (wtf, I don’t?) so that you can look like Amber who is perfect”.

Okay thanks.

The next hour swings by and the restaurant was dead. He approaches me and says, “Laura you go home at 9pm and Amber will stay with me to work. She is better to look at for the customers, no?”

Right okay. So I get my things. “When am I next in?”

He says, “Oh tomorrow night, we are busy. Come in at 5.30 and we will see if we need you the rest of the week from there as Amber will probably do your shifts.”

I’m being fobbed off for a skinny, fake-tan addict with hair extensions and a flirting problem. I’m practically being pushed out of a job because I’m not beautiful enough.

The entire drive home I cried my eyes out.