The PMS wasn't enough. It spilled into my saturday and I was ratty as hell at work. The day manager made the mistake of trying to bully me or perhaps questioning the way i was doing my job and i recall shouting at him, with the F-word included somewhere in the middle of my quick rant. He was shocked, I was just numb. I remember him saying "Princess you can't get so angry". Why not, i thought. I was actually giggling inside my head but outwardly i was miserable as poor katie Middleton at the moment(too bad I'll bag Wills now ).

Anyway, the day proceeded to get worse culminating in a very drunk customer making a complint just an hour before i was due to finish work. That was the last straw. A massive headache set in, I was close to tears but thankfully a friend had texted to meet at Picaddilly later on. I went straight there, packed like sardines on the tube and we proceeded to Soho.

It was great, we found this great Bar on Old Compton and I immediately ordered a large glass of white wine. I needed something to lift me or drown my sorrows. It was great. I hadn't touched the stuff in more than a week. I had another one soon after and then ordered a huge burger with large chips. It was alright but condering I had had a bacon sandwich just before leaving work, i was really doing my stomach(and thighs a disservice. The waiter was cute, wasn't sure which side he batted for but i relaxed and even flirted a bit. He was very attentive to us, he opened a tab but asked for a card which i gave to him. I hope my bank account wont be wiped out not that there is anything much to wipe out anyway.

I drank water and then had a final glass just before 10pm. We had been in that place for just over two hours. In the end there were four of us, we watched a couple on the next table on some kind of date, they really looked cute. both very well-dressed but they really looked like young boys. cute. I got home just before 11pm, as soon as I hit the pillow, i received a call from my landlord who wanted to thank me for looking after his ex, who has been staying at the house, who has now thrown some of our cooking utensils out. Fltamate reckons it's to do with their(landlord and ex) relationship some 30-odd years ago. She and I need to talk as soon as she comes back from where she's gone to.

Happy to say, I felt a lot better today. My depression had lifted a lot. Customers were complimentary and I even cracked a few smiles. One customer asked to fill out a comment card to say how wonderful I was which was excellent. Equally there were three bad comments about THAT manager, saying he should treat his staff better and that he should be friendlier. WE found it hilarious and true. Shouting at staff in front of customers is not impresive and being agressive towards customers is a no no. He should try passive aggression like I do. Gtes them in line every time.

I have just spent a couple of hours chatting to some colleagues and chilling out reading the papers. I am now going to have a long shower, wash my hair thoroughly and just relax. I think it will be a positive week. I am willing it to be after being in the doldrums this past week