In which the Squeen is unwontedly proud of herself...

[chaletian]

So, today has been the day of utter and unrelentingly crap and me being very, very stressed and wanting to throw things, and having to breathe very, very deeply and regret the fact that I cannot kill people over the telephone, as that could clearly come in quite handy, particularly when dealing with the many, many employees of Sainsbury's with whom I had dealings today. And my constant reactions to dealing with stress are (a) shopping and (b) eating. Due to Sainsbury's and their ridiculous inefficiency, I am going to get charged for being over my limit on my Mastercard. My Mastercard, however, has not realised this yet, and thinks I still have money on the balance, leading me to decide that I might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb. Or, rather more to the point, if I'm going to be charged £12 for being over my limit by about £3, I might as well go all out, and really go over the limit. (Yes, this is stupid. Yes, I am financially irresponsible.) Today, on leaving the office, instead of wending my way southwards on the Jubilee line, I went north. Towards Ikea. Where there are pink sheets and pretty things and... well, yes. Anyhow. Yay me #1: I realised this was a resoundingly stupid idea, and decided to go home. Got off at Finchley Road and remembered the existence of the O2 centre. Went to the O2 centre. Made a purchase which I will take back and therefore doesn't count. Went to Sainsbury's (I know, it stuck in my craw) and kept putting ridiculously self-indulgent things in my basket and then (yay me #2) took them out again and merely bought milk, bread, soup, eggs, grapes and a bit of chocolate cake stuff (which was only 79p and quite necessary given my mood). I know this is all stupidly obvious and straightforward and duh, but I really struggle with being practical and financially sensible when I'm having a bit of emotional turmoil (well, always, really, but particularly in times of strife), and being even vaguely sensible this evening has made me feel all smirky and good.

Comments

[donna-k.livejournal.com]

I do that too, so well done on being sensible. There is nothing wrong with feeling smirky and good about it. :)

*hugs* for the crappy day though.

[mchobson.livejournal.com]

Wow am v impressed with ur self restraint. I don't think I could have done the same. Smirk away!

[nicolap.livejournal.com]

*hugs muchly*

Well done you. Chocolate cake was definitely justified. So far this week I have bought one DFB and eaten practically my own body weight in chocolate, which as we all know is considerable... on the plus side, it was Waitrose choc, so at least I'm not cheap...