Saturday 31 January
The sick-days can't last forever, so I made it in to do my column. Got sympathy because I went in without make-up in ugly clothes (normally I dress 'showbiz glamour')
I also didnt eat anything until lunchtime and that is rare for me because I am normally snacking ALL day on a Saturday because of the column deadline stress.
Saw I had lots of emails while I was away. One from NME MAN!! Inviting me to meet his friends on Saturday night. OMG! Meeting friends means he must like me a bit. I had one ex who was too embarrassed to let me meet his mates (loser), and every time I met up with the ex it was just the two of us.
But I decided to decline the NME mans invite because I still wasn't feeling properly healthy and I needed another night without alcohol after Thursday nights champagne quaffing!
Also, I need to spend this weekend working on my job exit strategy because I cant stand giving my life to the paper any more.
So the eds were nice to me in the morning, when I was pale and weak and not eating. But I went downstairs for a sandwich and a chocolate bar and thats when I lost integrity. I got my column written ok, but gradually I think colour must have come back into my face. When Ii asked the deputy editor if I could leave coz i was feeling sick, he shouted at me. How horrible!! (That just inspires me to work even harder on an exit strategy).
I seriously think it had something to do with the bitch that sits opposite me who is friends with all the editors coz she buys their drugs. She had a sickness bug where she couldnt eat, so she must have told the editors i wasnt sick coz i was eating. She should mind her own business!!
Called my mum and told her how rude my editor was. She suggested going in to the office and putting my head on the desk until they felt sorry for me.
She passed the phone to my sister, who told me she had just bought a 380quid Dolce and Gabbana handbag from Bicester dicount shopping village. I was like, yeah - whats the real price? But apparently it was down from 700plus quid! She wanted to but it coz she still had 200 quid left over from Xmas. And I have to spend my 200 quid on a laptop to do job exit strategy on (how depressing). But thats why I have a job and she has a boyfriend...
Finally left the office at 630 - thats just an hour earlier than when we normally leave on a Saturday if we're not on the 11pm late shift. But saying that, it did make a difference as it meant I was home by 730 when i usually get home at 830 on a saturday. Getting home at 830 on saturday is so depressing as it feels like my evening is over.
Anyway, got home and had some nice prawns and noodles from M&S followed by some peaches and plums covered in melted white chocolate. Delicious! Snacked on a few yoghurt coated raisins from the sushi place too (its nice to sit at home and chill with some snack items)
Watched some Jonathan Creek on UKTV Gold and did some reading of magazines while MTV Base was in the background (love the R and B)
And then tried to organise the fashion designer whose book I was going to write because he has cancelled our meeting tomorrow. So stupid - I was sacrificing a lot for him and now I dont want to. If we dont rearrange the meeting, Im going to spend the time on my own book. After all, I havent told any publishers or agents about it and I have told the agents about my own.
Men-wise, apart from NME contact, I facebooked CJ (Nick Jones's nephew). Added him as a friend and he added me back. Ball's in his court now to ask me out - men like to feel they are wanted, according to The Rules. But i might kick him into doing it soon by writing on a mutual friend's wall - we have two facebook friends in common. Good start.