So, I thought that I had done with all the sunburn peeling. And then I have a shower last night, and half the skin on my shoulder comes off.
*shudders* It was just disgusting.
...And naturally, I felt obliged to share it with you all.
We had some interesting calls at work today. I came across a Peter Davison, which amused me greatly, even if he was an accountant. He had a cool answering machine message.
Also, Anna sold some tickets to Elizabeth Taylor, and one of the guys spoke with a John Howard (who was apparently very apologetic about his name. Pity the other one isn't)
Other than that, work was actually quite bad - Saturdays are normally really good, so I was shocked at how bad today went. Not just mediocore, but bad. It sucked like an almighty sucking thing.
*sighs* It has not been the best week.
Anyways, to cheer myself up, I decided to go trawl some cheap, trashy chain stores to see if I could find some decent clothes.
Which is bloody hard, I can assure you.
Still, I got a long velvet skirt for $6, and a 90 cent belt and an amusing t-shirt, which made me feel better. And a new red scarf. Yes, another one.
Back at Teh New Place this evening, I ended up watching A Knight's Tale with the roomies. I'd seen it before, but it was still an okay movie - nowhere near one of my favourites, and certain aspects of it make me cringe horribly, but watchable.
Though I do think there must be something wrong with me - the whole way through, I kept thinking of how eminently slashable Wat and Chauncer were with each other. *headdesk*
Also, got a call from Mum, enquiring about the new place, and about the house hunt. She brought up an interesting question, which I think I'll put to altheas and fa11ing_away: Do you think the Real Estate Agents might take us a little more seriously if we had a parent present?
Because she said she could possibly arrange a trip up to Melbourne soon...