Correction

"The Carebears" are on TV. I used to love that show (Andy says he did too, bless him) but I have to say that now it comes across as incredibly saccharine and the Carebears themselves are so sickeningly GOOD. It looks really dated too. Its kind of sad seeing things you loved as a child almost twenty years later because they look so dated. I saw a bit of an episode of "Rainbow" the other day, and Zippy and Harold and Bungle all looked so much like puppets. So much. I've been asked by Fran to make a correction to my blog, specifically to the post a few days ago where I wrote that she stood me up. She came in to the cafe this morning and one of the first things she said was "I can't believe you told the whole internet that I stood you up! I didn't stand you up, I rescheduled." I hope that you're satisfied now young lady, I have acknowledged my mistake *contrite face*. I should learn from the mistakes of those who go before me and not blog about work... but... my boss started psychoanalysing me today, and I have to remark on how IRRITATING it is. We were having an otherwise lighthearted conversation (well, I was bitching about a regular customer that is incredibly rude), when she started asking me why I wasn't prepared to let go of my negative feelings (because I like to be nasty, ok?). I felt more negative after this particular conversation than I did after the incident with the rude customer, for whom nothing is EVER good enough, and who tells me how I should be making my coffee over the counter. I could go on. The best piece of advice that was ever given to me (during one of my depressions) was that its alright to feel the way you feel about something. This seems so obvious, but at that time I felt bad about feeling bad... as though it wasn't justified that I felt the way I did about my life. I still had my health! And a job! And a great boyfriend! Why feel bad? So, in conclusion, the last thing I need for my mental health is someone constantly asking me to justify my feelings and myself. If I want to be psychoanalysed I'll pay for someone to tell me about the effects of my childhood on my attitude. I'm going to an exhibition opening tonight... the last one at Enjoy's old premises. I hope that its a ripper. One of the artists is quite hot, and thats always nice (wink wink nudge nudge).