Me and my housemate were watching how to look good naked today, and I have decided I absolutely love Gok Wan, he is a miracle worker. He can make women look about 2 sizes smaller and about 1,000 times more confident with their bodies.

So, after deciding we’d postpone our trip into town until tomorrow, we started measuring our waists, bums and tums and trying on clothes. We started planning diets and exercise, as well as trying on an assortment of tops and belts.

It all started off quite sensibly - just matching up clothes and trying to reduce the size of our bellies, bums and legs through fabric….Then after that we decided that the only thing for us to do next was to try our hardest to look ridiculous.

My housemate created the most magnificently spectacular clowns costume for her course in textiles. I wore the ballet style skirt over my jeans with a pair of fluffy pink slipper-boots, a long blue top, a cinch belt, a pirate’s bandanna, and an assortment of masks. At times – either a swashbuckling sword or a delicate fan from Barcelona was also accessorized with the outfit.

I looked silly. She looked amazing. The costume is so fantastic – black and white, sparkly and full of detail. She put a lot of hard work into it, and I just really want it!

I shall post up some pictures later; we took some posing with our big bums. The skirt made me feel like an ostrich with big feathers poking out from the derrière.

Well, that was my mad afternoon.

  Put The Kettle On

After googling and signing up with many crap websites, and realising you have to pay stupid amounts to find people to live with you, I’ve followed the advice of my mother, and am posting an ad on my own website.  It’s free this way, don’t you know!
I am looking for a couple of girls or boys to live with, after August.  I ideally am looking for somewhere in the Town Center of York and that isn’t too much to rent a month.  Ideally looking for around £270pcm.

If you have a room in your house, or if you are in the same boat and would love to move in with me, and possibly others then leave a comment.

  All About Me

I’d like to find out something…

How come some of the people looking at my site are finding it throught searching ‘Carly‘ in google? Do you know a Carly? Is it me or some different girl called Carly? Is your name Carly?
So, if you searched for the word ‘Carly‘ today and found this page, do please tell me if you’re a friend or ex stalking me, somebody with the same name or if you just wanted to look at my website and remembered my name…

Cheers, love…er… Carly.

  All About Me

  Carly

I’m feeling soooo poorly. My head is pounding, my eyes heavy, my throat sore, my glands are swolen yet AGAIN plus a few infections I’d just rarther not discuss. I swear the antibiotics I am taking are making me feel much worse…

I see washing piling up on my floor, I’ve got a couple of websites I really should be designing and a million and one other tasks I need to complete… but I can’t. I’m just far too illllll.

Oh, I have had the week from hell to top it all off. York races during the week; so work devilishly busy - as well as a horrible weekend. The 10/11 hour shifts everyday don’t help either.

I need my bed, a doctor and to not work. But no, I’m on a 12-9 tomorrow, and my housemates are having lots of people over tonight as it’s one of their’s birthdays. Boo. Can’t phone in sick as we’re going to be understaffed as it is..

Come and make me a cup of tea? Please? I’ll pay you…

  All About Me

  work

So, last night I was swelteringly hot and woke up at 2am. My room was stuffy and warm so I decided to pick up my dressing gown and head downstairs to turn off the heating. (I had put it on earlier that day and forgot about it.)

I picked up my dressing gown I saw something scurry accross the room. A cockroach. A bloody massive cockroach.

I screamed. I honestly did, I hate little beetles and insects - they make me quiver and feel all funny. They’re disgusting with their little legs and just Errgh!

How do I know it was a cockroach? You say! Do they even live in England? You cry… Yes. Yes they do when you’re boyfriend owns a pet lizard and he feeds them cockroaches.

After screaming, ‘please come round and capture it…’ we decided that he must have carried it over on his person somehow.

I’m still refusing to go into my bedroom until he comes round, finds it and takes it away. Apparently it’s unreasonable to ask someone to come round at half 2 in the morning to remove the creature they left in your room!

Do you have any animal-related horror stories to tell?

EDIT - looking on the internet for images of cockroaches to include, I can’t find a single picture that matches the beast I saw last night.

Maybe it was a dream?

  Twisted Barfly

I think by now we all should know that I work in a bar. Well, it’s more of a pub occasionally trying to impersonate a bar if truthful. Whilst the job itself isn’t that bad, some of the customers I have to serve, well, are.

I present to you: Carly’s guide to annoying customers.

Annoying type of customer number one: Mr. Smile.
So you’ve spent a good eight or nine hours on your feet, you’ve served beer to the 1,000th plebeian in a row that day and the pub is such a tip you know you’re going home an extra half an hour later - just because you have to clear someone else’s needless mess up off the tables. And what will that one, irritating customer (usually male) say to you? Smile. It’s one word. One annoying, blood boiling, frustrating word. After hearing it you want to shout: why? Why? Why on earth should I smile? You will get your beer just as fast without a smile. You will get it just as perfectly served. For heavens sakes – No, I am not in a bad mood, no, I am not bored. I’m just formulating a plan to get out of here on time. I will still say please, thank you and cheers to you. So why must I smile?

If you were nice, or just if I wanted to, I would be smiling! But instead, because I’m polite, I have to force a grin, let out a little laugh and secretly despise the cretin on front of me.

Annoying type of customer number two: Mr. I-Will-Disagree.
Finally, it’s ten to twelve. We’re ringing last orders. The bell has been rung. We serve s few customers and time passes. It’s now midnight. We now ring time. Technically, legally we don’t have to ring any bells at all. And we only don’t ring it if one of us doesn’t notice the time. If we want, we can tell you its last orders at 2 in the afternoon. Most people understand that. There is always the one (again usually male) that disagrees – the dialogue always goes as follows:

Him: I’ll have a pint of…
Me: We’ve just rang time, sorry – we’re now closed.
Him: But you just rang the bell.
Me: Yes – that was time.
Him: But you just rang the bell. I didn’t hear you ring it before that?
Me: Well we did/No, we don’t technically have to.
Him: Well I never heard the bell before this, so I want a drink.
Me: Well you can’t. We just rang time.
Him….

It goes on until someone else backs up my point or I walk away in frustration.

Annoying type of customer number three: Mrs. I-Ordered-Before-Them.
It’s unexpectedly busy. A lot of food was put through at the same time buy three different people. So if you’re in a massive (usually hen) party ordering breakfast one-by-one and someone else is putting through food on another till, certain orders will come out before yours. No, this doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about you. No, this doesn’t mean I’ve made a mistake. No, this certainly doesn’t mean you can have a whole pitcher of pimms and lemonade for free.

Even, at other times of the day, common sense should tell you that a simple salad or microwave meal will only take 4/5 minutes to make –unlike a burger which could take up to 15/20 minutes to properly cook. So please refrain from asking me why the other table got their food first. Yours is still on the grill. It’s actually quite impossible to miss orders out. They’re all displayed electronically on a massive screen.

So to surmise, even though I am all for good customer service, and hey – I have badges to prove it, I believe that the customers themselves should just try to be good too.

We’re only human, we get paid peanuts and we work our hardest to try and make your visit more comfortable and enjoyable. So please remember this instead of trying to disagree with me when I won’t serve you after hours or when you’ve had enough. Don’t tip half your drink over the table, throw the menus around and leave the table caked in cigarette ash because that makes me unhappy and no, I won’t want to smile.

  A Little Rant