Welcome all to another boring day. I may have said that I'm glad to be back from holiday, but I take that back as the Summer tedium begins to set in and I spend days at a time doing nowt but spinning round and round on my wheely chair.

On Saturday was my very first day at work, and a right sorry affair it was too. Actually, it was pretty much what I expected. There were only two other members of staff present besides the manager, Richard, who spent all his time in the office anyway so it's not worth mentioning him: Freda, a kindly old lady who took me under her wing, and Eric, a cantankerous old gentleman who smokes a pipe and calls everyone pet names.

Richard made it clear that he didn't expect any miracles from me, so I spent most of the day cowering behind Freda trying to learn the extensive lore behind male formalwear. I never knew it was so complicated. I also completed a number of menial jobs such as fetching bags from outback and sorting out piles of hangers.

And I also learnt how to use the till, which was good, except for the time I messed it up and almost scewed up the accounts of the shop.

Overall, it was a thoughourly boring experience, which should hopefully become less so when I learn more and have the courage to actually help customers.

There was one good thing, however: in the back room where we take tea breaks, there is a pile of magazines of varying degrees of tackiness, which meant I was able to read a fascinating story of a woman who married a transvestite. It was heartbreaking, it really was, especially when she says she feels 'Betty' is more attractive than her, but she still loves him/ her, and would never leave him/ her, unless he got the operation done.

Behold the power of love.

And yesterday I went into town with my good pal Flora, before going to the cinema avec parents to see Fantastic Four, which was good. If slighty unconvincing. My father, who knows about these things as he used to read the original Marvel comics, (yes, he's that old,) says it was very faithful to the original story. I just find it slightly strange that the fella made out of rocks, who is nice really despite being a hideous monster now, still manages to pull a ridiculously attractive woman.

You may be blind, hun, but you don't need to be that unpicky!