Being a retail management whore (i.e. the one who spends their entire life working in the store, not spending in the store), one gets very little "me time", so a couple of days off in a row is a sublime treat!
However, i've found myself becoming extremely frustrated with the amount of fit boys there are in numerous fashion stores around London, compared to how many there are in my store. Zero. Oxford Circus TOPMAN and Selfridges are prime examples of 'fit stores'. Even Bershka has its very own little tanned fitty working in the basement.
You know you've got a couple of issues, when you start frequencing said stores just in the hopes of seeing the boys you like. It's also a bonus if they serve you at the cashdesk.
Unfortunately, i'm a complete tit when it comes to getting a sales assistant to notice me for reasons other than selling me a couple of t-shirts and a belt. I'm even worse when it's me on the other side of the cash-desk - my voice breaks, i start throwing hangers everywhere, and i seem to lose all control of my limbs.
Working in Knightsbridge however, that doesn't happen very often. If ever. No handsome boys venture over here. As such, there's no opportunity to 'jock block'...
'Jock Blocking': carefully timing your attack, then jumping on the till when you notice a hot guy in the queue, and stealing him for yourself, to the annoyance of your fellow gay cashiers. Whilst this is a lot of fun (come on, we work in retail), it can be extremely frustrating when you're the one being 'jock blocked'.
In other news:
...My housemate is a total cunt. I'm looking to move in august, he's a real pain in the arse. Basically, the guy has a
lot of issues. When i moved to London, he seemed to think we were going to get together and live happily ever after. Unfortunately, muscle-bound skinheads aren't my niche. Also, he is bland. He has no charisma. He's like a smudge.
Anyway, since TheBoi came onto the scene, he's been a total wanker with me. I need to move.
...TheBoi came over last night and we had fantastic sex. The anal douche i bought from 'Harmony' has proven to be more useful than i'd originally anticipated. It's nice to be cleaned out pre-fuck, and means i can go for hours without suddenly feeling like my arse is going to self-combust. A blessing, because TheBoi
really knows how to fuck.
