A deep moment and a silly shampoo story...

So I'm currently sitting in Spoons scrounging off the free internet, our house is still not connected up, and won’t be until the 20th July (apparently not having a landline makes these kind of things slightly difficult...) - I get internet on my phone, but its rather slow and very small, which makes it good for checking my Facebook and that’s about it...

I feel like I should be doing something productive with my time on the internet...

Like checking my online banking....

Or checking my Uni emails...

Or looking at what books I need to buy for second year (oooft...)

Buuuuut, I can't be bothered quite frankly, so instead I thought I would do a bit of blogging as well....It’s one of those slightly spontaneous blogs, so please...bear with me ;)

Being off Uni has meant I have been able to take on more weekday shifts at the Drug that is Super, which is fine with me...all dandy. What I have noticed about weekdays is the difference in customers, weekends are normally full of families and preteens who are loud and test things they aren't going to buy, but weekdays seem to be mums and babies and the elderly. I've noticed with the elderly customers you get the different types, you get the happy, rosy-cheeked smiley little elderly ladies, and you get the not so patient ones who snap at you when you ask them questions that you would get in trouble if you were to be overheard by a secret shopper NOT asking; but then you get the ones you can tell are struggling, the ones who you have to help carefully count out their change, and explain things to, the ones who chat to you in a way that suggests they won’t be talking to many more people that day...who stand and chatter away to you despite the fact there is a queue of mildly impatient shoppers building up behind them.

Although it's sometimes challenging, I'm very aware of myself in making sure I smile and take interest in what they say, make conversation with them and helping them as much as I can...which to be honest always comes down to a case of 'What if...' and putting things into perspective. It’s a scary fact that no one is getting any younger that's just life, it's the way it's always been and it's the way it will always be...but what if that elderly lady was my nan? I would hate to think that in the upcoming years, once my grandparents are a bit older, that they would go somewhere and not be helped, or to be frowned upon, or seen as a nuisance...not because they are doing anything wrong, but just because they need a bit more assistance, or understanding, or help when they don't understand things...or on an even bigger scale, putting MYSELF into that position, if something was to happen (god forbid) that I would end up in a situation as an elderly lady, where I no longer had any family around me and was alone - I would hope that there would be people out there, even if it was just someone in a shop, who would reply to my conversations, or help me out if I struggled, just to show that there are people out there to make you feel just that bit less alone...

I then go on to think that that day will come sooner than I think, hopefully I will be married with kids and grandkids and even great-grandkids all around me when I reach that stage...But life is going so so quickly, I think we do have the habit of wishing it away, I remember being in nursery and then excited about big school...and then you leave 'big school' and start secondary school...and then you want to be sixteen so you can have prom, and then you want to be eighteen so you can go out, then you want to be twenty one so you can finish Uni...and then you daydream on about marriage and kids...and each time you hit that milestone you are already wishing on for the next one so that the next big event can occur. And eventually, that will keep happening...forgetting to live in the moment because you are too busy thinking on to the next. That’s why I’m determined to smile at every elderly customer who comes in, to help them and not be impatient - because that will be me one day - and until I reach that age, I'm just going to live each moment and a time and enjoy the highs and lows its brings, because let’s be honest.at 19 I’m getting on a bit ;)

Phewww...Wow. Okay deep stuff mayunnnn!...Here's a silly story just to get over the deepness of the last few minutes...(well about 25 minutes typing time for me, about 2 minutes reading time for you guys haha...)

So silly story...

The other day at the Drug that is Super I was facing up the Hair aisle, when I dropped a bottle of dry shampoo, both the lid and the bit you press down (lets called it the sprayer for ease of typing) fell off and rolled out of sight...I picked the dry shampoo up without the sprayer on it and it was fizzing in a slightly terrifying manner, so I did what you do and left it on the fragrance counter out of the way and not near me in case it randomly blew up or something (serves me right.......)...

Fifteen minutes later I went back to it and it was still fizzing so I went to put it out back, on my way I found the sprayer on the floor, so I did what I thought was the sensible thing and screwed it back on...what I hadn't realised was the fizzing was (obviously) the gas escaping so as soon as I screwed the sprayer back on....PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHT.....

Those of you who have used dry shampoo will know that it settles as a white powder.....

PPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHT.....

The thing went fricking mental; I was standing in the middle of shop floor with dry shampoo spraying out at a ridiculous I-aint-stopping-for-no-one kind of speed....despite the fact I wasn't even pressing the sprayer down..It was at this point of Holy-cow-this-thing-aint-stopping... I started panicking and dancing around with it in my hands....

"Tasmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!!!!" (That was a cry of despair from my manager as I rapidly began polluting the whole shop...)


PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHT

"Tasmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"I caaaaaaaaaaaaant stop ittttttttttttt!!!!!!!"

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHT
"It woooooont stooooooooooop owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"

PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHT
It was then I made the biiig mistake of putting my hand over it to try and stop it (Or at least cover it) before customers began being gassed out...you know that split second pain when you spray deodorant too close and it burns like a bitch? It was that - but it lasted a few seconds...yeah. Ouch. Luckily at that moment a colleague came to my rescue and chucked it into a carrier bag still PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHT'ing away....

After a few moments of shocked silence from all parties involved...It was then...as I was standing there with white powder all over the floor, my top, my skirt, my shoes (anywhere but my hair ironically) sucking on my 'freeze-burnt' hand (see below....) slightly hysterical that my manager turned to the new girl (who had earlier been told "This is Tasmin, I won’t tell you what she's like, you'll soon see for yourself" and who was watching the whole thing looking mildly shocked...) and said "...and this is Tasmin......."

Ladies and Gentlemen...welcome to my life...



Loves

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I'm homeeeeee!

Hello everyone! Wow, believe it or not I actually made it to my new house and yes I am still alive. It’s been near a fortnight since I moved in and I have not broken any bones, anyone else bones, burnt the house down or anything else. Saying that, I did an eight day in a row stint at Superdrug so I haven't been in all that much, luckily I love working there (Our relationship had a slightly rocky start...) so I don't mind too much, plus working these weekdays now, means I have more money towards rent and all important stuff, so it’s not too bad, plus if I wasn't working there every day I'd probably get slightly bored anyway!!

Anyway everything is Super-duper with the new house, my first night here I'm not going to lie, I got into bed and cried like a baby, everything just felt new and different and scaryish, so yes I did resort slightly to a three year old I want my mummy version of myself to cope, the next night I was fine, I had a little bit of a tearful moment at work but it wasn't as bad...the night after it kind of washed over me in little waves of sadness every now and then, but then by Thursday I was fine, I was back working at SD and over the last week or so I have got into a routine which now seems a whole lot more familiar to me and that I'm actually quite used to now. We have had some issues with the house...We didn't have a washing machine for a week, the bins haven't been collected for a month, we don’t have any internet and the front door has to be kicked to open. My bedroom has now been Tasminified - so basically it’s a tip and I have put pictures on the wall...so it feels a lot more like home now. Plus the smell of paint and new carpet has been replaced with the smell of hairspray, my perfume and nail varnish...much better!

Me and Maddie get on well too, which I guess helps when you are living together...We go shopping together, Chill and watch TV, we've been out for dinner and to the pub and we play the Wii and have those tummy-hurting laughing fits, which has made moving out a lot more easier. Now we are just waiting for the other to join us August/September time and we will have a full house! :)

One annoying trait about living here is the bird that lives in my garden, or somewhere outside of my window, but close enough for me to have been woken up at 4 in the morning several times now "MURRRRRRH.....MURRRRRRRRRRH.......MURRRRRRRRRRRH....". Not a wakeup call I need. *sigh*. The fact I have no curtains in my room just a white blind that lets in as much sunlight as a blind possibly could without existing, means that waking up in these early hours, it is made nearly impossible to get back to sleep…saying that, I came back home last night after a family party which was lovely, really fun, met so many family members (mainly cousins, cousins cousins, cousins cousins children and their cousins….) and once I was back in a bedroom, with curtains…and no birds…I slept solidly for about ten hours…although I was woken up by a furry black creature snurfling round my face ( I think she had forgotten I was home and was happy to see me…dumb pup)..Lovely J

So yes, due to lack of internet, blogs will be a bit sparse for a little while, but hopefully we will have it all up and running soon J

Loves

xx

Tasmin has left the building....or not.....

(...Sorry Blogland, been a bit of a neglecter the last couple of weeks,
Just been very busy...
Spent a week in Minehead with My Dad, Step Mumma (Liz) and the Chuckle brothers...
It was very nice, these kind of holidays although always a laugh sometimes end up slightly stressful, but this one was rather lovely and luckily the weather was rather lovely too until the last couple of days..
It was nice to get away for a while and the week was more incident-free than usual (Apart from a brief punchup over the tv remote Top Gear V.S Music Channel and me nearly commiting murder after discovering SOMEONE had stolen my car sweets...eaten them all...licked out the tin...and put it back in my bag....) - But overall a lovely week . . .)


I'm used to those '*tut* typical!' moments happening to me...
I get home..fancy a crisp sandwich...and there are no crisps left....
I turn on the music channel...just as the ages of adverts start...
I take my driving test....and then end up crying....and failing...
I walk up through town on my phone not concentrating...and skid through someones sick...

That last one happened to me yesterday, walking to Superdrug, luckily no one was really around as I did the casual *I didnt just skid..and definitely didn't skid in someones sick so act normal...* kind of walk.

However....today..I am frustrated...
After much excitement...
Loads of packing.....
And lots of anticipation....
My moving house day came....today....
The same day that its rained awfully, all the main roads are shut, it's flooded and I can't get anywhere...Oh.
I kind of hoped that I would be moved in by now and would be in the process of tasmindufying my new room, but I'm not, I'm here, In my empty room, feeling slightly stressed....
In the words (or word) of Homer Simpson....Doh.

(The path to my new house....FAIL.)

Hopefully I can get over there this evening and get settled in.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

(However on the plus side I was just able to rap along everyword to the fresh prince of bel air theme tune on 'Viva'...simple things...but awesome ;) )

Loves
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