I don't understand why some people are always so miserable. You go into a shop, sometimes the same shop every day, and the person serving you is miserable is sin. Look, we all have bad days but seriously, every friggin day? You just wanna slap them one and tell them to smile.

Actually, I get that a lot. 'Smile love, it might never happen'. Even my Aunt told me the other day I hardly ever smile. I was suprised (but then I see her about every 18 months!). I do genuinely have a face that if I am not smiling I seriously look miserable as sin. It's not my fault, it's my genes! No-one can smile 24/7, they'd have serious face ache!

Oh no! Have I just contradicted myself in the first and the second paragraph? That's another bad habit when I'm writing, contradicting myself. One must keep a check on that yah? But, it's not actually contradicting. Here is the difference: miserable looking people that are rude, miserable looking people that are polite and friendly. Guess which one I am? Yup! The latter!

My first job when I was 15 was in a shoe shop, selling shoes (thought I'd help you out with a handy description - your welcome). My boss used to tell me to smile. I'm smiling on the inside was my reply. So basically standing in the middle of the shop I looked miserable. I must confess I had a stare out competition with a small child in this shop. I think I won because he started crying. Honestly, if I'd have known he would've ended up crying I'd have passed on that competition and tried to win a car instead! Anyways (I must stop digressing) as soon as a customer popped their foot through the door I was extremly polite, helpful AND smiling. You see, it does make a difference.

I'm a positive person, and always look for the positive things. I'm not hopelessly positive to the point where a friends house burns down and my comfort reply is 'don't worry, the back to the future car is real and you can unplug that faulty wire and there will be no fire'. Random? I hope so! Half full is my cup. Time to get another one in then eh? Mine's a pint you stingy bastard.

I am talking about miserable people because I went to the post office today, a local village type store set within a small newsagents. Working in the newsagents was this woman, and on the way out I smiled and nodded to her. She looked at me like I was from Mars, her eyes moved into slits like I was going to steal something and she made no acknowledgement, not even a one degree inclination of her head to the south. Miserable bitch were my exact thoughts.

The best jaunt into town was again to the post office, nearly two years ago now. The week before I had fallen over and cut my face between my eyes (had to go under the knife with the plastic surgeon and I got me 8 stitches, boy, was I proud. Well, not really, but none of that is the point). So anyway, from this I had a piece of white tape to protect my stitches, lots of swelling and two yellowy7black/blue eyes (I had to go back to work because I was temping, poor, and no sick pay). All the grannies in the post office were staring at me, it was hilarious, and all eyed me with suspicion. What's this young thug doing in the Post Office, ready to mug us?! Although I exaggerate, there were a fair amount of sympathy stares too. Oh, the excitement.

Tired. Off to bed. My eyes are closing and I can't see. Well, that's not true either, because I can blatantly see the keys on the keyboard.