Update Number Two

After a very busy few weeks it was hard to fit everything exciting I did into one blog post. SO update number two…

My unlucky few weeks didn’t stop at having a blood infection. I somehow, very stupidly, fell over in Corp (wasn’t even drunk) and cut my elbow open, which resulted in having to visit first aid and have it stuck back together. (Still sorry about that Amie and Sam.)

So, due to my unluckiness, it’s safe to say that when I visited Go Ape I was convinced I would hurt myself. Apparently, one in a thousand people need first aid whilst there and I was prepared to be that one. Obviously and thankfully nobody was hurt and in the end I was very happy I did it. Although that doesn’t mean I want to do it again due to the scariness involved.

That same day I went to see Fall Out Boy at the SSE arena in London. Although, that is for another post.

I have just found out that there are hours available at the cafe at Christmas, so prepare for the stories of waitressing to make a reappearance.

The result of falling over

Family (mum is taking the picture) after being at Go Ape

High in the trees

Looking scared (because I was scared)

Fall Out Boy Ticket

Lazy Lucy

I need to get back into the swing of writing my blog again. Having not updated it in well over a month I thought I would write a quick catch up entry for all my millions of followers. (Hi Dad)

Truth is, I have been pretty busy between going on holiday, moving back to uni and of course, napping.

Ireland was a blast. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my 20th birthday than to be drinking Guinness and perfecting my Irish dancing. Also, I am now a professional pourer of Guinness. Even got a certificate to prove it.

As expected the annual summer party with my family as hosts was amazing. You can’t really complain about partying with your family and all your closest friends. (Apart from two of them, they were missed dearly)

Costa Brava was equally as good. You can’t beat hot weather, nice food and the beach. As you can tell I am a hot weather kinda gal, mainly because I tan easily and everyone looks better with a healthy glow.

I was excited to move back to uni to see all my friends and revisit Corp (dur, thats the main reason I was excited.) Although, getting ill at the start of Freshers Week (thanks to the Spanish bugs who bit me and infected my blood) was not on the original agenda and resulted in me not being able to drink. So going out completely sober was urm… interesting.

Now I’ve been back for a month now and it feels like I never left. I’m back into my routine of napping and Netflix, (not Netflix and Chill). Is there any other way to spend your uni life?

Annual end of summer party

Costa Brava

Miss these mojitos

Rekindling our love for Corp

In Belfast, at the nicest restaurant, on a boat.

Two Weeks Wonders

Again, this isn’t a story, but I am excited for the next two weeks, so much so that I just wanted to write about it.

Today is a week today until my birthday. The Big 2 – 0, which I will be spending in the Big D AKA Dublin with Big H (wow, so many bigs). Our plan is to be going on a bar crawl and make loads of Irish friends (a girl can dream).

Once we’re home it’s then time to partay it up with all my family and friends at home for the annual end of Summer party. Which always ends up being so much fun and entails in A LOT of sleeping the next day.

After a few days maxing relaxing at home, then Sassy Sam (my friend of 15 long years) and I jet off to Costa Brava. We are so excited to get our tan on and be super tanned for this years freshers week. I am ready.

Broken Arms Ashley

When I was a waitress I saw a many array of things, some of which i’ll easily forget and others I wish I could. The time with Broken Arms Ashley was one of those ‘I want to forget’ times.

It was nearing the end of the day, so it wasn’t too busy. Although, I wish there was some more people around so they could all feel my pain.

She came in, (which I wasn’t overly pleased about as her personal hygiene is probably that of a goat) and headed straight to the toilet. ‘Maybe I won’t have to serve her’ I thought, how wrong I was…

Broken Arms Ashley waddles out of the toilet with her trousers just above her knees and ASKS ME TO PULL UP HER TROUSERS. I mean, yeah, I understand that she wouldn’t have been able to pull them up as both her arms were in casts (did I tell you that, don’t think I did) but surely she would have known she had that difficulty before coming in and scarring me for life?!

Buffet Blues

When I was a waitress Store Manager Malcolm told me many great stories. Ones involving food were a personal favourite.

It was that time of the month for the store managers of Safeway to have a meeting, which involved being cramped in a small office with a guest speaker. That I’m sure, none of them were too interested in.

Whilst guest speaker Simon was going over whatever guest speakers talk about, all that the store managers could think about was the glorious mountain of food in the buffet room next door. So, when the moment came to go and get the food they REALLY seized the moment. And I mean they really did.

Once the area manager and guest speaker Simon had finished their post speech conversation, they went to go and fill up on the buffet that was available to them. Although, once they got there all that was left for them to fill up on was 1 chicken bone and a few crumbs that they could scavenge.

All you can eat buffet? More like you can’t eat anything buffet.

Cornish Caper

When I was a waitress, wait no, I’m sorry. This isn’t an amusing story that has happened to me or anyone else for that matter. I have recently got back from my annual family holiday to Cornwall, which I guess I did take whilst I’m still a waitress so therefore; When I was a waitress I went on my family holiday.

If you’re ever thinking about visiting Cornwall, I’d highly recommend Bude and it’s surrounding areas as the views are gorgeous. Walking around the cliffs in Crackington Haven (I know, brilliant name) made us feel like we were being filmed for ‘Poldark’, (which I am now binge watching as we speak). Although, i’m not sure how those actors seemed so relaxed being that high up, it wasn’t an easy task, especially for mum, who, I’m pretty sure, was close to having a nervous breakdown because she was so scared.

The two weeks that we spent there was well needed for all of us. You can’t go wrong with being relaxed, napping and sleeping in until whatever time (even if Anna talked in her sleep 52632 times a night.)

Also, we discovered that Morrisons do the nicest can of Mojito, would highly recommend to any Mojito Michaels and Marys out there.

Pretending to be in ‘Poldark’

Siblings

Mum and Dad

Lovely View

Hot dogs or Legs

The nicest can of Mojito you will ever come across

Off Ya Trolley

When I was a waitress, I heard many stories, ranging from war stories to people’s toilet troubles. Luckily for you I am not going to repeat the latter, mainly because I don’t want to hear it, ever again.

So this is a Safeway canteen which over looked the high street. Store Manager Malcolm was looking out the window and saw that the trollies were all over the place. (I was going to write ‘all over the shop’ but seeing as this story is set in a shop, I decided it wasn’t a good idea.) Anyway, Saturday Boy Boris was asked to go and collect all their trollies and to “chuck the Sainsburys one in the river.” (Quite obviously joking)

Although, Saturday Boy Boris wasn’t the brightest spark and unfortunately took the humour seriously. Next thing Store Manager Malcolm saw was the trollies being taken to the nearest river! That joke definitely didn’t sink in with the poor Saturday boy, unlike how the trollies did in the nearby river.

It’s safe to say that Saturday Boy Boris wasn’t the butt of the joke in that store for much longer.

Mobility Scooter Sally

When I was a waitress, well even before I was a waitress, I always wondered how fast mobility scooters really go. You see them whizzing round corners on two wheels like there’s no tomorrow, waving at their pals as they go by.

Well, one normal day at work, I saw really how fast a mobility scooter can go, and how quickly they can stop, if they hit a wall. Mobility Scooter Sally was a regular at work, and she wasn’t the best at controlling her scooter, which was obvious when she was going at full speed towards the front door, which she missed and went straight into the wall next to the door. Luckily, nobody was hurt, apart from her pride.

Chat Up Line Louis

We all know that one person who, for some unknown reason, thinks they’re really smooth with the opposite sex. And, to be brutally honest, those are the ones who really aren’t smooth, at all. Well, Chat Up Line Louis (noy actually his name) was obviously one of these guys.

When I was a waitress I was super busy serving a family of six their ice creams, when I noticed this guy, probably around 20 years old I would say, standing at the ice cream counter. After being super proud of the way those ice creams looked, I eventually made my way to serve him. “What can I get for you” I said in my ‘waitress’ voice and received the most clichè answer anyone could think of; “your name” he replied with a cheeky little grin. He then later went on to offer to buy me an ice cream. So chivalrous, I know.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was impressed with the smoothness of it, but no, not today Louis.

Blogging Betty

I’d like to think that I have many interesting things to write about and express on here, but truth is, I don’t. This is a bored, Friday night idea that I should have started a long, long time ago.

People often think that they don’t do anything interesting with their lives, I am a main culprit of this. However, when it comes to think of it, everyone experiences different things. What you don’t find interesting, others might think it is the greatest thing they’ve seen all day!

Therefore, after much thought and deliberation on what I could base my blog on I decided to write about what I know best. Waitressing and situations that either myself or others have been in that are interesting or amusing. After over 4 years of waitressing, I have many, many stories to tell. So here goes.

When I was a waitress…