Ice, Ice Baby

Well, guess who's not the happiest bunny in the burrow. Me. Why? I hear you ask. Well, because my dear (non existant) readers, after all my efforts to remain in an upright posistion whilst outside in this awful weather, I was flung to the ground in a heap yesterday whilst walking home from the bus stop after slipping on some of the dreaded ice.

Well, to put it correctly I wasn't exactly "torno a casa" yesterday, but more popping back inside because I was freezing my toes off waiting for the bus which wasn't dues for another 20 minutes. So seeing as my house is only 30 seconds away I thought I'd just pop back and grab my headphones.





Headphones are so not worth the pain of slipping onto your buttocks, no matter how plump it is after all those mince pies. Plus I sat there in shock for about 5 seconds while the icey cold water soaked into my jeans, before getting up and taking the walk of shame back up through my close to my house.

So then I get changed, get back out just in time to get the bus, change buses in town, get off the bus at college only to nearly slip over again TWICE on my way into college in front of all my peers! I started slipping around all over the place, waving my arms in the air and clutching at the railings next to me. Not a good look.

So yeah, yesterday was certainly not a great success. Let's just hope the weekend gets better...

This could be a long day...

Work. We all hate it, but we've all got to do it. That's life. I'm lucky. I'm 16 and I work just 3 hours a week. But still, this little raster of the working life I'm getting is making me dread the real world after college and uni.

I work in a cafe at a leisure centre. It's not a bad little place, the staff are friendly, but during my shifts I'm totally alone. No-one to talk to or help out. And I would say "which is quite nice at times", but that would just be lying. It's not at all nice. Some days it's really quiet. And I mean dead quiet. That's what we call it. Dead. "Alright Joe, how busy is it today?" "Dead" "Greaaat"

So then I sit here for 3 hours defacing "OK" magazine or making endless amounts of 20p mix-ups. Time passes so s l o w l y it's unbelievable. At the end of my 3 hour shift I'll have ony served about 3 people. So at times like that I'd be really greatful if I had someone to work. That way we'd both be sat doing nothing, but at least it would be someone to do be doing nothing with.

On the other hand, some days it's manic here. "Alright Joe, how busy is it today?" "Manic" "Greaaat". Those days are when there's a basketball or gymnastics or swimming tournament on or something like that. Or when there's football being played over on the field and people come over to get never ending supplies of tea and coffee to warm their freezing extremities. And on those days I would be extremely greatful to have someone to work with so that the queue leading out of the door would be halved. And still, even on these ridiculously busy days time goes unbelievably s l o w l y. I'll serve what feels like 100 people and still only 5 minutes has past.

Today is a "dead" day. There's no-one here, most likely because of the ice. That's another thing: it's freezing too. My thumbs are working very hard just to type this on my iPhone for you. The kitchen is even colder though, and the dishwasher's broken. That means that if I do get any customers wanting hot drinks I'll have to wash their dirty mugs up myself out there. Fun. However, I have been here for exactly 57 minutes (though I have no Internet so this won't actually be posted while I'm at work) and I have served just 2 people. Dad says he'll come and pick me up early if the weather begins to deteriorate so I'm currently playing for more snow.

Not only is it incredibly quiet here, but I have been cut of from the rest of the leisure centre. There's a party due in the area next to me in a minute so they pull the shutters across the back of the reception to give ten some privacy. Unfortunatley that means I get hidden away too and any potential customers then don't even realise I'm here at all!

In other news...

I'm wearing Christmas socks today. They're Red and White stripes with a picture of Santa Claus on, but the best thing? Each sock has a little bell on it, so I jingle wherever I go.

Well, I'd better get back to work. Phahahaa!

*Update*

It's so cold now you can actually see your breath. No joke. Even an Eskimo would be saying "Cor Blimey it's a bit chilly in 'ere!" So made myself a hot chocolate to warm me up a bit but what happened? The party came through, and all the adults wanted hot drinks. And I whilst I was rushing around serving them I kept glacing back at my delicious mug of hot chocoloate...lukewarm chocolate...cold chocolate. Great.

Blog, blog, blog blog blog.

Don't get me wrong, I realise that, although I am writing this blog, I have no followers...yet. The thing is that I do just love blogging. It's some kind of addiction which has been stirred up in side me overnight. In fact, the moment I had posted my last blog I was reaching for the keyboard in order to blog again. But no, I had the strength in me to wait for a new day at least...

And here it is! The new day is long upon us and still, no followers. But one day that will all change I am sure! I hope! I doubt...

But anyway, yes the ground is still frozen over, yes people are still slipping and sliding all over the place, yes the trees are still being weighed down with chunks of icey-snow but who cares?! I'm not here to talk about the weather. I'm here to talk about Facebook today. Facebook. The online book of faces. Yes, this humble little social networking site is at the very center of my universe.

I spend hours on Facebook doing absolutely nothing when I could be revising, or practicing music, or helping Mum around the house. And I just don't understand it. Why? Why do I spend so long "Facebooking"? Even when no-one's online, I've replied to all my messages, I've looked through all my notifications, I've commented on all the awful photos of me people have uploaded, I've RSVPed to all the events I've been invited to, I've fed my pet on Petville, I've tended to my farm on Farmville, I've joined another 20 groups, I've become a fan of another 30 pages, uploaded the photos from that crazy party last night, I've tagged all my friends in the photos of that crazy party last night and I've "liked" all the status from the past 12 hours *deep breath* I can still be found sat in front of my laptop, mindlessly clicking through friends' profiles or refreshing the page in hope of that little red square to appear in the bottom-right corner of the screen. So you can see my confusion as to what exactly compells us to sit on Facebook for hour after mind-numbing hour, right?

Facebook does have some good points though. I discovered Blogger through a friend of mine telling the world of Facebook that she had started "blogging" and thought "hey, that sounds like a pretty swell idea". Though it wasn't until a better friend of mine told me yesterday in English how she wished to blog also that we decided we would go crazy and start a blog. If you're reading this and you are not the friend I was just talking about, she may well be one of my followers on here and therefore you can check her blog out too. However, at this very moment she is not home and hasn't actually seen my blog yet and therefore...I'm not making any promises that she's following me yet.

I do apologise if what I type confuses you at times. I am a rather confusing typer. I tend to ramble on a bit you see, and most of the time people can't understand me. I'll try my best not to let that happen. Promise.

So, that's it for another slippery, cold day. I'm off out for lunch in a bit with my Dad so wish me luck getting across to the car!

In the beginning...

So here we are. 2010. A new beginning. A fresh start. A new me.

Yeah right.

It's only the 8th day into the New Year and already I've broken my all my resolutions, though I won't bore you with the details. Let's get on to the more important stuff. Like the weather.

No...seriously.

Unless you've been living under a rock for the past week you will know that Britain is going though it's own personal Ice Age and can't seem to shake it off. Now, don't get me wrong. I love snow. I love love love love love snow. But I'm not going to lie, I'm not the greatest walker in the world. I walk along a moving bus, I fall down. I run up the stairs, I fall back down. Walking between classes at college? I think you know where this is going...

So yeah, as if the world wasn't against me enough already, it's now decided to throw a blanket of snow over the whole country. The first day was fun enough; sledding down hills, having snowball fights, building snowmen and watching my dog create yellow snow... But after 2 days of person after person trampling over the nice, light, fluffy stuff it's become personal. It's been crushed and flattened and compressed down into an immensely slippery layer of ice. And it's become impossible for me to walk at all. The moment I stepped outside today I was "slipping like a slipper" (my favourite quote from a friend of the week) all over the place. 5 seconds later I was back in the warm, pulling up my woolly M&S socks (with pom poms on of course) and drinking hot chocolate. Now that's the way to be.

Saying that, I haven't actually fallen over yet. Or seen anyone fall over. Except of course on the GMTV VT they play whenever they talk about "the great chill". It's quite funny, you've probably seen it. Basically a woman falls over on ice, a man runs up behind to help her and then he falls over the same patch of ice! Funny? Not so much? Guess you had to be there...

In other news...

OK let's be honest here. There is no other news really. Everyone's in such a panic about the snow they don't care about anything else. Milk is being poured down the drain because Milk Men (they still exist?) can't get down side roads to make deliveries. Drivers are being urged to collect their abandoned cars. Thousands of schools are closed due to, you guessed it, snow. I think I've had enough snow for this year thanks.

I do have one piece of news, not related to snow, to tell you about actually. I've just set up a Twitter account! So, I have no idea how to use it and no followers and in the past I've not seen much point in "Tweeting", but just in case my Blog gets discovered I thought it may be a nice idea. I figured, "I update my facebook status every minute of every day, why not Tweet?" What a brainwave.

twitter.com/theworrub - check it out!

And do check back in the future, the New Year's resolution I have not yet broken is to Blog my way through this year, and I promise that not all my posts will be about snow!