I would like to start this post by saying a huge thanks to everyone who commented the blog. I was so happy to see people are reading my blog and actually enjoy it. Please keep commenting I love hearing from you!
OK, someone wanted to know a little about my life before moving it London. I moved to London when I was 18, and become an English student at King's College London. I am a welsh girl through and through. I am slightly embarrassed to say that I do have a welsh accent, however, I do love it because it sets me out from the crowd in London. The welsh accent also comes in handy when I make a fool of myself, like the time I got my heel stuck in the escalator on the London underground. I seriously don't think I have ever been that embarrassed in my life. After a huge amount of tugging the seriously cute guy behind me offers to help (by this point I just wanted the ground to swallow me.) Now, this guy has that sense about him that just says, 'I have the whole of London in the palm of my hand.' He simply smiled at me and said, 'take your foot out of the shoe, and with the simplest of twists, just like magic it was out. At this point I put on the strongest Welsh accent I could muster and replied, 'oh, that's how these things work. We don't get electricity in Wales so I'm a little new to these moving stairs!'
I have no idea why I said it, but it just came spilling out of my mouth before I had time to stop it. I just grabbed my shoe and swiftly walked off! I'm sure I must have robbed a bank in a past life to receive that much humiliation in just 2 minutes.
Anyways, back to the good old life in Wales. I grew up in a small town, you know the place where everyone knows everyone, and you can't walk down the street without seeing at least 5 people you know. I love Wales for many reason, but one of top reasons is because anyone will start a conversation with you. One time I walked into boots to buy some make-up and out of no where a woman turns around and starts informing me that it's her birthday on Saturday, and she thought she would make an effort and buy some lipstick. This Lady starting telling me all this information about how she doesn't usually wear make up so doesn't know what colour would suit her. The next thing I know I've been standing there for half an hour helping her to choose the best colour.
I've been living in London for 7 years, and I absolutely LOVE it! Where else can you get a hair cut and shop until 9 at night! People are a little bit loopy here but you get used to it, and it adds to London's character. For an example, today in work I was listening to Chloe phoning a customer to inform them that Russell Brand autobiography called 'My Bookie Wook' has just arrived at the store. This is what I heard;
Chloe: Hello, Mrs Davidson, It's Chloe from the Bookstore. I'm just ringing to let you know my bookie wook is in the shop.
Taking a slip of my Coffee just before hearing that wasn't the best idea, as I now have to replace the keyboard by tomorrow morning b4 the manager finds out what happened!
I don't really have much more to say today, but keep commenting, and let me know what you want to hear about!
Note to Self;
Why have you not noticed how gorgeous Colin Farrell is before tonight?!?
Tuesday, 29 April 2008
Monday, 28 April 2008
The most difficult customer on the planet.
I can't believe how addictive this blogging business is! I knew I was hooked when I almost missed the tube, because I was day dreaming about what I could write when I got home, and if I'll have any comments.
I'm the assistant manager of a book store near Covent Gardens. I know what you are thinking, but I promise my book store is the best book store in London (yes, I am a little bias). This book store is the kind of shop where you can drink coffee, grab a book and sit on the bean bags in the corner.....Awesome, I know! Anyways, living in London means you have to catch the Tube to work, which usually isn't too bad apart from when you have someone smelly armpit in your face, and some one's backpack nudging you every 2 seconds (I don't understand why they don't keep it in their hand, because they know full well that they are pushing you into the angry man opposite you!) I love living in London don't get me wrong, and I was an instant fan ever since I started at King's College when I was 18. However, catching the tube on a Monday morning makes me wish I was still living in Wales, where any old stranger will tell you their life story, whether you want to hear it or not.
I usually Avoid rush our on the tubes , because lets be honest who wants to be on the tube when you feel as if you are the yellow smartie crammed in the middle of the tube. So I'm sitting on the tube (yes, I do have a seat, however I pretend not to see the other woman heading for the seat when I fastened my pace), and all I can think is I wish someone would smile! I'm sure there are rule for the London Underground which someone forgot to give me when I 1st arrived, and they go a something like this:
1) You must not talk to anyone.
2) You must not smile.
3) If you are not reading a book/newspaper you must look at the floor at all times.
3) At least 2 people must be playing the songs on their Phone out loud at once.
4) Once you are off the tube you must rush for the exit pushing as many people out of the way as possible. (What ever happened to letting the women and children going 1st?)
OK, so I arrive at work, and once the manager has left Chloe and I slip of our heels and out come the Slippers...see, I told you it was the best book store! Chloe and I are having an amazing time drinking coffee, racing on the wheelie chairs, and catching up on the weekend's gossip, when in comes the most difficult customer on the planet! Now I will admit I do not have the patience of a saint, but this customer just took the biscuit. This customer struts up to the counter and, this is how our conversation went;
Customer: I'm wondering if you have a book in stock.
Anonymous Girl: Right, What's the book called?
Customer: I can't remember.
Anonymous Girl: OK, No problem. Who is the Author?
Customer: I don't remember, but the book is about a woman who falls in love with a man who is then sent out to war.
By this time my patience is wearing extremely thin, and I politely advice the customer to go back to where they seen the book advertised, and get more information. I was very proud of myself for keeping a professional attitude, and putting into practice all the customer service training i had taken, when in my head I just wanted to scream, 'Get out of my shop you silly woman!' The wind was immediately taken out of my sails when I over heard the woman mumbling how my bright pink slippers reflected my attitude to work - what a cheek that woman has. I personally believe my pink slippers show what a relaxed and inviting book store we are.
I eventually arrive home after a fulls day of work and wonder why someone has yet to invent a water proof laptop so I can write this blog whilst having a long hot bath. That then draws me to the end of my day. Please leave me comments if you are reading this. I would love to know what you think and if you want to hear about anything in particular.
*Note to self....Start drawing up plans for a water proof laptop.
I'm the assistant manager of a book store near Covent Gardens. I know what you are thinking, but I promise my book store is the best book store in London (yes, I am a little bias). This book store is the kind of shop where you can drink coffee, grab a book and sit on the bean bags in the corner.....Awesome, I know! Anyways, living in London means you have to catch the Tube to work, which usually isn't too bad apart from when you have someone smelly armpit in your face, and some one's backpack nudging you every 2 seconds (I don't understand why they don't keep it in their hand, because they know full well that they are pushing you into the angry man opposite you!) I love living in London don't get me wrong, and I was an instant fan ever since I started at King's College when I was 18. However, catching the tube on a Monday morning makes me wish I was still living in Wales, where any old stranger will tell you their life story, whether you want to hear it or not.
I usually Avoid rush our on the tubes , because lets be honest who wants to be on the tube when you feel as if you are the yellow smartie crammed in the middle of the tube. So I'm sitting on the tube (yes, I do have a seat, however I pretend not to see the other woman heading for the seat when I fastened my pace), and all I can think is I wish someone would smile! I'm sure there are rule for the London Underground which someone forgot to give me when I 1st arrived, and they go a something like this:
1) You must not talk to anyone.
2) You must not smile.
3) If you are not reading a book/newspaper you must look at the floor at all times.
3) At least 2 people must be playing the songs on their Phone out loud at once.
4) Once you are off the tube you must rush for the exit pushing as many people out of the way as possible. (What ever happened to letting the women and children going 1st?)
OK, so I arrive at work, and once the manager has left Chloe and I slip of our heels and out come the Slippers...see, I told you it was the best book store! Chloe and I are having an amazing time drinking coffee, racing on the wheelie chairs, and catching up on the weekend's gossip, when in comes the most difficult customer on the planet! Now I will admit I do not have the patience of a saint, but this customer just took the biscuit. This customer struts up to the counter and, this is how our conversation went;
Customer: I'm wondering if you have a book in stock.
Anonymous Girl: Right, What's the book called?
Customer: I can't remember.
Anonymous Girl: OK, No problem. Who is the Author?
Customer: I don't remember, but the book is about a woman who falls in love with a man who is then sent out to war.
By this time my patience is wearing extremely thin, and I politely advice the customer to go back to where they seen the book advertised, and get more information. I was very proud of myself for keeping a professional attitude, and putting into practice all the customer service training i had taken, when in my head I just wanted to scream, 'Get out of my shop you silly woman!' The wind was immediately taken out of my sails when I over heard the woman mumbling how my bright pink slippers reflected my attitude to work - what a cheek that woman has. I personally believe my pink slippers show what a relaxed and inviting book store we are.
I eventually arrive home after a fulls day of work and wonder why someone has yet to invent a water proof laptop so I can write this blog whilst having a long hot bath. That then draws me to the end of my day. Please leave me comments if you are reading this. I would love to know what you think and if you want to hear about anything in particular.
*Note to self....Start drawing up plans for a water proof laptop.
Sunday, 27 April 2008
My Fisrt Post
So, I guess this is where I tell you a little bit about myself, and my Blog. My name is.....Anonymous, obviously! I have decided to do an annoymous blog, becuase sometimes I just want to tell someone whats going on inside this brain of mine, however I know that it wouldn't be completely true, becuase I'd be leaving out the part about them!
I'm a 25 year, Open-minded, Working Class, and Single....Thanks to my crap, worthless, and loopy ex-boyfriend (I am over him I promise. Well thats what I tell myself every morning in the mirror before work) Welsh Girl. Maybe I'll Catch you up on Him later on in the week.
I grew up on disney films, read a load of Sophie Kinsella's books, and watch hundreds of romantic/chick flick films, which I believe has given me a hope that a Mr Darcey/Prince Charming is out there somewhere for me, yet I'm 25 and still no where near it!
Ok, so It's Sunday night sitting in my lounge with a roaring fire, a bowl of porridge (with lots of sugar), and just thinking over the day's activities. This morning I woke up and went to the little church across the road with my friend Pete. However, I couldn't focus on the meeting becuase all I could think of is how much Pete is annoying me with how loud he is chewing his gum! It probably didn't help that he called me selfish for not sharing my last 5 sweets with him....Gosh, is he 5 years old or what!! Anyways moving on to one of the things that bugs me the most....Christian Guys!
I'm sure they think that the only reason girls go to church is to get hit on. Well, if there are any Christian Guys reading this get over yourselves. I'm not going to church to see you so stop hitting on me!! However, After I just had a big rant about that I do catch myself checking the guys out when the meeting gets a little boring. I even had a thought pop into my head about whether or not the hot guy will ask me out, and if our date would be a disaster or if i should start looking through the wedding magazines now. Ok, Ok, I know i got a bit carried away at the point, but no worries Pete's loud chewing brought me back to earth!
Ok, well I think that will be it for my 1st post. Leave me comments on what you think.
I'm a 25 year, Open-minded, Working Class, and Single....Thanks to my crap, worthless, and loopy ex-boyfriend (I am over him I promise. Well thats what I tell myself every morning in the mirror before work) Welsh Girl. Maybe I'll Catch you up on Him later on in the week.
I grew up on disney films, read a load of Sophie Kinsella's books, and watch hundreds of romantic/chick flick films, which I believe has given me a hope that a Mr Darcey/Prince Charming is out there somewhere for me, yet I'm 25 and still no where near it!
Ok, so It's Sunday night sitting in my lounge with a roaring fire, a bowl of porridge (with lots of sugar), and just thinking over the day's activities. This morning I woke up and went to the little church across the road with my friend Pete. However, I couldn't focus on the meeting becuase all I could think of is how much Pete is annoying me with how loud he is chewing his gum! It probably didn't help that he called me selfish for not sharing my last 5 sweets with him....Gosh, is he 5 years old or what!! Anyways moving on to one of the things that bugs me the most....Christian Guys!
I'm sure they think that the only reason girls go to church is to get hit on. Well, if there are any Christian Guys reading this get over yourselves. I'm not going to church to see you so stop hitting on me!! However, After I just had a big rant about that I do catch myself checking the guys out when the meeting gets a little boring. I even had a thought pop into my head about whether or not the hot guy will ask me out, and if our date would be a disaster or if i should start looking through the wedding magazines now. Ok, Ok, I know i got a bit carried away at the point, but no worries Pete's loud chewing brought me back to earth!
Ok, well I think that will be it for my 1st post. Leave me comments on what you think.
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