Raarrrr!

I realised something. I'm attracted to fangs. Not like this, but the little regular-sized pointies that some people are blessed with on each side of their upper jaw. Such as those seen on James King and my ex. And this is why I go cuckoobanananuts for Jez's smile.

Friday

Ever since Harsha presumably overheard my complaint about her to Meryl, she has been unusually nice to me. Apart from sending me out for drinks and offering to pay for mine, she has relieved me of her usual incessant list of tedious duties and letting me work at my own pace. She has also taken to smiling at me about 900% times more often, which is a little creepy.

Unfortunately for Meryl, this change of attitude had only applied to me. Returning from lunch, I found her fuming and muttering under her breath. The rest of the day passed uneventfully with Meryl repeating time and time again that it wasn't wise to get on her bad side. I suppose she takes some pleasure watching me bounce around testing make-up and forgetting to give change.

Speaking of me, I think I kick some serious butt. Everyday ...

10:00 am
Arrive at work

10:00 - 11:00 am
Dust products and shelves, bring stock forward

11:00 am
Morning delivery from Symbion

11:00 - 12:00 pm
Mark off delivery stock and refill shelves, refill dispensary stock

12:00 - 1:30 pm
Serve massive influx of lunch-time customers

1:30 - 2:00 pm
Lunch

2:00 - 4:00 pm
Vacuuming or bins, often both

4:00 pm
Afternoon delivery from Symbion

4:00 - 5:00 pm
Mark off delivery stock and refill shelves, refill dispensary stock

5:00 - 5:30 pm
Serve minor influx of after-work customers

5:30 - 6:00 pm
Count tills, close up

6:00 pm
Finish work

Realising that lazing about was definitely not going to be accepted here, I now have barely ten minutes' rest. Most peculiarly, it suits me better, always having something to do.

Straight to Jezzybear's place after work. The boy does this every week - the second we set foot in his room he runs to the computer and loads WoW. While usually I'm not bothered by it, I threw a right little tantrum as I watched him go at it again as if I wasn't there. Half-naked. In his bed.

The thing about my anger is that it dissipates as quickly as it emanates. Sometimes it transforms into a thirst for guilt. I watched Jez apologise and express self-hate with a blank face, but inside my head there was a little kid with a lollipop bouncing on a trampoline and laughing hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee HA HA HA HAR HAR HARRRGHHHHRHRHGHGH!!!

One of the things I love most about Jez is the way we sleep together. I have a peculiar habit of rolling away from him into the corner while asleep. Whenever it happens, Jez would wrap his arms around me and pull me back. Or cling to my waist if I'm facing the other way. I promised myself I'll never take this cute little quirk of his for granted, although there have been a number of times when I consciously moved away. As a test, you know.

Saturday

When I mentioned that my mum wasn't in the mood to cook Chinese New Year dinner as she was anxious about her throat biopsy, Jez suggested that we take over the kitchen.

We browsed recipes before leaving Jez's house, and decided on rosemary and potato pizza and seafood longevity noodles. While I thought the latter average, the pizza was excellent, and I could tell from the expression on Jez's face at the dinner table that he, like me, wasn't satisfied with only one slice.

Sunday

It isn't Sunday yet, but it will be soon, and when it is, I'll be the proud owner of a pink DS, and we'll be snuggled up in bed nibbling on a rosemary and potato pizza all to ourselves. Something this great is worth writing about in advance, surely?