Storytime-He proposed

The Proposal

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Good morning Little Ones! Here I am again with a story-time! This one is incredibly significant, as this is the story my boyfriend; now fiance proposed to me. I hope you enjoy this read, it's highly important to me, and will be my favourite blog post to write; simply because it brings back wonderful memories. Any how, I hope you are all well! This is short but sweet introduction, if you want to read how my other half proposed then keep on reading :). Also, I will be filming a YouTube video on this as well, it will be up and running Tuesday. 

Quite a vast amount of photographs in this blog post, but I wanted to take as many as possible, I want to be able to look back and remember what I did ... I never want to forget this memory. 

Anyhow, lets get to the juicy information, that's why you are all here! Let's start with a backstory. Me and Christopher have been rammed with University and private work commitments, we didn't have enough time to go on dates, or enjoy our spare time together. But since we saw that we were finishing half of the work-load, we were going to take a little break with each other; that being a trip to London. 

We had planned to head into Covent Garden and take it from there, I just craved Laduree Macaroons, and since there's a branch in Covent Garden, why would I not go? 

The day arrives and we are super excited! We arrive at Kings Cross by 1:30 and decide to grab lunch at MOD, which serve the best pizza's! One of my best-friends recommenced it, and I fell it love with it! If you want to pay it a visit, it's on Leicester Square. By the time we had had lunch it had just gone 2:00pm. To burn the excess pizza off me and Christopher decided to walk to Covent Garden, which didn't go too well as my feet was hurting due to my stupid heels, (don't worry I had a spare pair of flats with me, just incase this occurred). 

Before changing my shoes I continued to hobble through Covent Garden, I saw that Laduree was around the corner and couldn't resist. Chris was trying to make me look at Kurt Geiger but I wasn't at all interested. I continued to wobble, until I heard him call my name. 

I turned away to find him on one knee and a box in his hand ... I seriously couldn't believe what was happening. I put my hands over my mouth in shock and listened to his beautiful speech. "Amy you make me so happy, I want to be with you for the rest of my life, will you marry me?"

I cried with utter happiness, to which he responded with, "don't ruin you eyeliner". Which made me laugh ... Like he always does. I was still in shock and couldn't answer, I nodded and whispered "yes"in his ear. People around us was taking pictures and congratulating us.   

I still look at my ring and appreciate how lucky I am to have him in my life ... He's such an inspiration. 

Anyhow, of course we celebrated, we headed around London and enjoyed the sites, that's what we love doing, and will continue to. For our evening meal with headed to Coppa Club, which was fantastic! It was the first time we had been there and the service and food was exquisite. 

This is the end of this blog post, but there will be many more to come in terms of wedding planning :). I can't wait, I am ever so excited! I really do hope you enjoyed this read, it's so important to me. Letting you Little Ones read parts of my life is key to growing our relationship ... I hope that you loved this as much as I did writing it. 

I love you all so very much, and I will see you again soon with a product review. Stay safe and stay tuned Little Ones! :) x x x 

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Story-time: Rounders ball knocked me out

Btec Sport Knockout 

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Good Morning Little ones! How have you been today? I'm about to head to a lecture but I thought that I would give you a quick story-time at a time I was seriously injured in rounders. Now that I look back at this I find it funny; but it could of been serious. Have a good time reading this, I will see you again soon Little ones :).

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BACKSTORY:

You are probably wondering what Btec Sport is, let me inform you, it's P.E (Physical Education) on steroids. People who enjoyed sports and wanted to take it seriously did this course .. And yes I did this on top of normal P.E as well. I was known as the person that would go on long runs for fun ... Yes I was one of those, and my P.E group hated me for it.
Anyhow, every term the sport changes, and this time it was going to be rounders, with PROPER rounders balls. In P.E we would use tennis balls "just encase someone got hurt". Those rules didn't apply in Btec Sport, you played the sport properly or you didn't at all ... They took it seriously in this course. In my perspective  I didn't care, I was actually quite excited, I wasn't the worst at rounders, I could hit the ball and I could run fast; which are the two main aspects in rounders. Was I intimidated that we had to use real rounders balls? No, because we knew how to play and how to play safely, plus I felt proud, simply because we were the only group that were allowed to do this. Bur that being said, you can't be stupid because there is no protective gear in rounders, so if that hits you, you are in serious trouble.
In regards to my class they were really cool, I was intimidated by some as they were really competitive, but all in all they had banter and they looked after one another. 

WHAT HAPPENED? 

It had been maybe 25 minutes into the lesson, we had been practising our fielding word, hand work and swinging technique, It was time for us to play. We were divided into two teams, the team with the most rounders wins.
How the game works is, you make the ball go as far as you can, within that time you have to run around 4 posts, if you run to the last post without anyone catching the ball, or running to get you out, you get one rounder. If the other team get you out you aren't allowed to play until the next game. Therefore the game will continue until you get EVERYONE out. But Btec sport don't mess around, you play properly or not at all, so if you are scared of the sport there is no point doing it; you have to man up.
It had been 10 minutes at least, there were three of us remaining on the batting team, I was one of them. It was my turn to bat again, I hit the ball, it wasn't my greatest shot but I managed to get to third base, I didn't score a full rounder, but I managed to get half a rounder because I had managed to get at least half-way. I was just chilling there.When the next batter hits the ball you can literally just walk to 4th base because it's so close; but you won't slow the other person down.
The other team member hits the ball, as I walk to 4th base I'm knocked out. The batter decided to change where she was going to aim the ball, but she forgot that I was walking in the same direction. That ball hit me at such a speed I was knocked out.
I remember waking up and spitting a mass amount of blood on the grass, I then started to panic because I couldn't feel my teeth, I looked up and the teacher and team was around me. I asked my teacher, "Are my teeth still there?", he just laughed and went yes Amy, but that should be the last thing to worry about right now. They helped me up and took me to the School nurse, which tried to clean my mouth and face. but she was heaving (she was scared of blood). She gave me a mass amount of tissues and said that she was going to call my Dad, of which I said, "I have an English test to go to, I can't miss it". I then run to my English lesson, still covered in blood from my sports kit. During the test my mouth was leaking blood all over the table, of which my English teacher, (which was my favourite teacher, and I was her favourite student) exclaimed, "Amy you can do this another time, get cleaned up". I just continued with my work, and left after the lesson was over. She then took me to the medical room again and called my parents herself.
I was taken home ... And the next day I came into School, and my lips looked like slugs, they were purple, bloody and blotchy. It has looked like I got lip-injections that went wrong. That stayed there for a month ... An entire month. And I still played rounders after that, I wasn't backing down.

AFTERMATH:

I still continued to play the sport, I was a little nervous but I wasn't backing down from something that I loved doing. My English test went brilliantly! Managed to get an A, despite the fact I was bleeding all over the table; and making my classmates cringe at the sight of me.

It's also made me a stronger person, because when I look back at it, I was so brave, I did that, I manged to get up and take an exam after that. It does change my outlook, because if I'm feeling down I just think about this time, I could do it then, I can do it now :).

This is now the end of the blog post, I hope you enjoyed this and take some inspiration from it. I look back at it now and it was funny, but also frightening at the same time, because what if that hit my head? It could have been a different story. 

Anyhow, I love you all so very much! Please stay safe and stay tuned! I will see you again with another blog post soon :) x x x 

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STORY TIME: WHY I LEFT FATFACE

Why I quit FatFace

DISCLAIMER: I am not bashing the company, overall the company is amazing! But a particular store that I worked in was awful! Hence why I wrote this story time. 

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 Hello and good morning! I've been hanging out with my sister today, she wanted advise on picking a new lipstick, which of course I was happy to help! Lipstick is my weakness, might or might not of brought a couple myself :'). Any who, I took to Twitter and asked what blog post you wanted, a story time was most requested! I have so many stories, some funnier than others, this one being a mixture. If this is something that you like please let me know as I will write more of them :).
Sit back, relax and enjoy your popcorn.

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Backstory:

Fundamentally, the reason for why I applied for this job was because I really hated my other one, they didn't treat me right, and I wasn't well enough to work there. For example, I had a really bad kidney infection and they kept worrying me that if I didn't work or come in that I would get fired, my health was on the line, I needed time to heal and get better, I saw that FatFace were coming to Welwyn, but the waiting period was a month; which was perfect for me because I would have time to rest up. I took the opportunity and applied for the job and left my previous one. 

Interview process:

I applied for this job in February, but the shop wasn't due to open until the end of March, this gave me a window to look after myself and recover from my illness, (which I did). I remember getting a phone call on my birthday to say that they liked what they saw on my CV, and that they wanted to interview me. I was so thrilled,not only was it my birthday, but I felt like this was my present! I was so excited, my boyfriend Chris was so happy for me, as he knew that I hated my previous work place! 2 weeks passed and it was interview time! They asked me to bring photos of my personal life, so that they can get a better understanding of what you are like as a an individual! I already gathered great expectations of FatFace, I had never been asked to do this in an interview, they were so kind and warm towards me. It was then time to go off into groups and try and sell an outfit to the FatFace crew; they said that they liked what I created! This was filling me with great confidence and happiness, I was really enjoying myself, and this was just the interview! After that was over and done with, it was time for the one on one interview. I had such an awesome guy, he was so lovely and down to earth; he took my last remain of nerves away and replaced it with happiness. He was so pleased with my CV that he wanted me to be a supervisor! But I had to turn that offer down because I couldn't do the hours at that moment in time; I could after I finished my A Levels. After I said that I started to feel ever so anxious, I thought I had blew my only chances of getting this job! I had already left my previous job; I needed this to save for University in September! But low and behold, 3 days later and they had offered me the job! I was so happy, it was like a dream come true! I had managed to get the hours that I wanted, as well as working for a great company. 

Training process:

A few weeks after the interview I got a phone call from one of the store managers that interviewed me, they asked me how I thought it went and I said, " I think it went ok, I really enjoyed myself". They responded with, "we really liked you, do you still want the job?"

I was so thrilled, I remember I was on break at School and I was jumping up and down, while everyone watched me; probably thinking I was the strangest person on earth. March rolled around and it was time to train me! They sent me to the St Albans store to meet the rest of my team, my deputy manager was late, I was so excited to meet her! While we were waiting for her arrival we sat in a circle and got to know one other. You know the usual, why did you apply, what do you like doing outside of work, tell me an interesting fact about yourself etc. After around an hour of this we heard the door creek, it was my deputy manager ... My heart sank. I knew this woman, she used to work in another store in the Howard Centre, I went into the store she worked in a few days before my training in FatFace, I won't name the company she worked for, but it was a bag place. I had purchased one of their bags and it was faulty, I was mis-sold a particular product, and she was the one that pitched it; after a few days of it breaking down I went to refund it. Obviously she was not having a great day as she was so rude to me; I didn't want to exchange it as I didn't feel comfortable putting faith into another bag; I just wanted my money back. As soon as this lady saw me in the FatFace training ... She gave me such a dirty stare. I knew that she was going to make my life hell, and the worse thing is, she had the power to do so. We will call this lady, Sophie, (not her real name, but I can't mention real names). Sophie made it clear that she already knew a member of staff in the training session, we will call this girl Rosie. Sophie and Rosie worked in the same shop previous to this one, I gathered that Rosie was going to be the favourite, since Sophie and Rosie had worked for years together in the same company. I already started to hate the situation I was in, and I hadn't even started to work for the store. I held my head up high and hoped for the best. 

My first day:

I loved it! I was full of energy, the shop was crowded, I manged to talk to an array of people! I just loved every moment of it! We had a great team, despite the few issues that had occurred in training I put it behind me; for the simple matter, I was here to help people and do the best shop that I possibly could. We made over £8000! We had a live show inside the shop to draw people in, it was a massive hit! It felt like I was at a summer festival, despite it being March; it was such a beautiful atmosphere; I loved every moment, this was the place for me:).

1 month later:

It was evident that their were favourites in the shop. But I didn't let this get me down, I was known for being positive! I obtained the hours that I wanted, was earning a decent basic, and I was working for a great company. I had made friends with the majority of the team, and the working environment was lively; if I was able to work with the people that made me feel special. With time passing by in the company it was time for our reviews, I had been banging on about becoming a supervisor after I had finished Sixth Form, and they were happy with that arrangement; but my deputy manager hated that idea ... I could tell by the way she looked at me as well as spoke to me. Whenever I spoke to my manager about becoming supervisor, Sophie would rain down her negative persona on me and say, "that's not going to happen", "other people in here deserve this more than you" ... Although I valued her opinion it was rather hurtful, I had past supervisor experience and she knew this, no one else did. Sophie made my life in FatFace awful, and as time went on I felt worse about myself. 

3 months later:

I finally had it. Months of being isolated in the women's department for hours on end with nobody to talk to, whenever I tried to get in on the shop banter they would send me back to the women department; or pretend that I didn't even exist. My positive glow had faded away, and had been replaced with dark sorrow. I no longer wanted to be apart of the "team", they made me feel so unwanted and invisible ... I hated going to work, it was disgusting. Sophie evidently didn't want me working there, and it looked like she had convinced my manger David (not his real name) too. He cut down my 16 hours to 4 hours a week. I would beg for hours on the phone, but they literally ignored my texts, and the worse thing was; I knew they had read them. I would never beg, but I was heading to university and I needed the money ... I explained my situation, and Sophie said, "if you aren't happy with what we offer you then leave". I found out that they were giving my hours away to Rosie, this employee would come up to me and rub in my face that she was making so much more money because she had my hours. I had suffered 3 months of this torture. And to make matters worse, Rosie was telling me what to do, not in a polite manor, but so abrupt and rude. 

In the end I left, I didn't want to but I had to, it was enhancing my depression and anxiety, and my managers knew this.  

What did I do?

I didn't have a master plan, but what I did have was a kick in the teeth for my manger. On the first day of the 2nd Summer Sale launch I handed in my notice. 

This is what it said: 

Saturday 25^th June 2016

Dear (their real names);

I regret to inform you that this is my letter of resignation. I want to thank you for being my managers and giving me the experience of working at Fatface. It’s a beautiful company to work for and I’m unhappy to be leaving it today, (25-06-16).

I wish to make today my last shift (25-06-16), due to the fact that I’m starting a new job immediately.

The reasons for my resignation is stated below:

·       It wasn’t a nice working environment: you left me on the same department for hours on end with no change, while 3-4 members of staff would talk behind the till. During this time, I had several customers approaching me and complaining that this was “unprofessional behavior”.

·       Reduced hours: I was used to at least 16 hours a week. This was manageable income for my University savings. But you reduced them to 4 hours a week. Despite me telling you that I was free to work any day of the week after the 8-6-16. I have messaged (my manager) twice, begging for more hours and he’s ignored me. This is impolite, makes me uncomfortable, and unwanted from the store.

·       Favoritism: After a month of working at Fatface, it was evident that you had favourites. This is where my reduction of hours came into play as you would give my hours away to other members of staff. As well as this, you would segregate me from the rest of the group and keep: (naming specific members of staff) etc. on the other side. This was not only hurtful, but made me feel unwanted from the team.

Due to these points, I have decided to leave the company, I didn’t want to have to do this, but seeing no improvement with my hours, or the way I have been treated I have decided to go elsewhere.

I want to thank Fatface for giving me the opportunity to work in one of their stores. Despite my experience I’ve enjoyed engaging with various customers and gaining the; “I am famous for service 2016” mug.

Yours sincerely;

Amy McGuire 

And with that I left with my head held high, and with a new job in the bag as well. I currently work virtually opposite them and earn more money than them; I couldn't ask for a better punishment for them :'). 

Although I gave them what they wanted, I still get old customers I used to serve there asking why I left, and I told them why .. And they were so disgusted but they knew I was right. I still walk past that shop and I see nobody on the women's department, because I was the only one that went there and did the job; as everyone else was too busy talking around the till on men's. 

This is the end of my first story time blog post! I'm sorry that this took a while, I didn't know if I was allowed to write this, but I thought why not right? I said no real names in this blog post! If this was something that you enjoyed reading, or you have gone though this let me know! We can share more stories with each other! 

I love you all so very much and I will see you tomorrow with whatever you fancy! Stay safe and stay tuned Little ones! x x x