Showing posts with label All about me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label All about me. Show all posts

Tuesday, 29 January 2008

Day 29 and counting

So far so good ....apart from the New Look number I've had a pretty good month. I'm surprising myself. I'm starting to feel quite toned and healthy - lack of alcohol!

I actually couldn't be bothered to buy Grazia this week which is amazing.
I'm also starting to see a veneer of cheapness regarding clothes. My fave shop French Connection is off limits and I'm coping well. After a few weeks of feeling dreadful I think I can cope with the limits I'm under. I am worried about the coming season but my strategy is to adopt white and wear it lots!

Will me new found resolve last?

Friday, 18 January 2008

Day 18 Pass....

I officially need an evening out pass from Ms.Battrick. It's no joke. After my initial euphoria over having a nice telling off, I've done my spreadsheet and for the next six months I'm on eau de tap. Thank goodness I've got an Oystercard, which is an essential. Otherwise I'd be house bound.

Luckily no one is in the mood for nights out after our Christmas excess - too many clubbing nights and parties. Tonight I'll be out for about 2 hours. One hour travelling and the other whilst my small glass of wine or half a beer lasts. Great!

Will I get through the month without a splurge? Is it worth it?

Wednesday, 16 January 2008

Day 15 & 16 all blur into one

For all I know someone could have a set a new trend in the lifetime I've been away. How can a group of trainers and so called leadership people make one feel as if you are in a cheap TV programme? You know one like, Janice Dickinson model agency. The format runs as follows, repeat, repeat, repeat, new bit, back to repeat a vous. Oh, plus dramatic build up with supporting music to reveal ....absolutely nothing.

All I know is that for two nights I have binge drunk on the company. Is there a subliminal message when sent on away days. Will bore you to death first then give you the opportunity to drink yourself to death. Hurray now you've gone we don't have to a) go through the effort to sack you or b)pay you off with too much money.

Does all of this mean I've forgotten about clothes? Have I become so utterly numb that I lose the will to look or shop?

Sunday, 13 January 2008

Day 12, 13 & 14 away days

I'm packing like a mad thing, trying to distract myself from thinking should I have bought any new items. I'm only going on two days of boring old work training. I'll be back in the office on Wednesday. Still there's a pretty boy from Customer Services who might be worth trying to impress, in a stylish not tarty way of course!

Least I'll have no access to net or stores or the coming Grazia.