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06.06.08: Breakdowns, Chap Man, Abusive Kids And The Aftermath, Pedro and Blackouts!Streaming Rob Dougan Song Of The Day: Chateau Free MP3 Of The Day: Do What You Like by Passenger Wow...what a night. I was actually on course for a really good night, except, of course, it never ever turns out that way. Especially not when I have a busy three days off ahead of me. I think that it's the curse of Miss C. Whenever she works with me I always get something bad coming my way. And last night was a great night for bad things. So, the delivery according to the computer was small. Which relieved me. Miss C is nowhere near the fastest on the shift, infact, until Ponytail left, she was the 2nd slowest. Thank god she is leaving in less than a month. I cannot wait! I really and truely cannot! So, the night was kicked off by a guy being asked for ID. Nothing new there, except, he drove home to get his ID, then came back with the ID and bought his cigarettes. And then broke the ignition of his car. Which meant our work was disrupted every few minutes by the guy coming in and asking for stuff. First cigarettes, then a lighter, then a phone to make a call with. Now, I have no issues with people using the phone if they are desperate. So I let him use the phone. Then Miss C asked him if he wanted a coffee, which of course he did. Summer nights in the UK are often cold late at night, especially if they are accompanied by really hot days (today is hot as hell). So I made him a coffee, by which time I had just finished my break. Yes, that's right, Miss C expected me to make the guy a coffee on my break. Now, I actually didn't mind this because I make killer coffee. No-one who tastes my coffee (with the exception of Miss C) ever refuses a second cup. So I made this guy his coffee, then came back from my break, at which point Miss C went off on her break, leaving me alone with this guy. Who actually ended up telling me he is a friend of my brother. So we ended up talking about my brother. And then we got my least favourite customer. I call him Chap Man. He uses the damned word like it's punctuation. "Alright chap?" "Ounce of GV chap" "Cheers chap" "See ya later chap". Arrrrrrgggghhhhhhh! It drives me mad! It makes me want to hit him every time he says it. The best bit is, he thinks I like it! He makes a point of saying it every damned time! This is something which should have made the list actually. Don't call us mate, chap, buddy, pal, or make out you're our friend just because you've seen us a couple of times. Especially if you want a favour like being let off the 1p you went over on your fuel. Familiarity really does breed contempt. After having my first cigarette break disrupted by Miss C, my lunch break got similarly disrupted. Just as I was about to go and eat my poor excuse for a sandwich I bought (Ham and cheese, so exciting) she asked me to stay on the shop floor with her because a group of drunk kids had come into the store. Now, these kids could barely pass for 16, let alone 21, so they got IDed when they asked for cigarettes. And the guy got angry when Miss C asked him for ID and he came up lacking. "Oi, no, f*ck this. I come in 'ere all the time. Sell me cigarettes! You have before! You know what? F*ck you! B*tch!" Miss C is stunning when it comes to abuse. First comes the stony faced silence, and if that doesn't silence them, she argues with them. Now, I am great at arguing, but I always lose in arguments with her. But this is not where this story ends. No. Because when they finally left, I decided to go for a cigarette and make sure they were really gone. They left the site, but not the area. The guy who had been abusive to Miss C was now shouting and arguing with a girl, who seemed to be doing pretty well herself, pushing him back and shouting and arguing with him also. I left them to it, as she seemed to be handling herself pretty well. This said, if he had hit her, I would have gone over and laid the guy out. Can't stand seeing guys hitting girls... I mentioned the blog to Miss C (not the address or details of any worth, just rubbing it in that she can't see it) and she mentioned something quite amazing to me. Apparently Pedro used to read the old blog every week. He went to the blog once a week and read what I'd posted the week before. Might explain him being at a loss with how to deal with me. I guess if you have insights into the mind of someone for that long, and then it is suddenly ripped away from you, you're not going to be able to adapt to their new mindset. And I do have a new mindset... Speaking of the old blog, I am so tempted to reinvent it somehow. It seems that since I shut it down, advertisers cannot get enough of it! I even got a $40 job offer today in my e-mails, which is really irritating, because I badly want to accept that money, but I can't. Suggestions welcome! This said, I have considered reviving it as a news blog because I really enjoyed that for the short period the old blog became a news blog. Anyway, off subject. Now, I also have an insight into Pedro's parenting skills. Very hands off. Apparently both him and his wife work within SF, and she is higher than him in the company (that's got to suck when you have an ego the size of his) and they have agreed that they will send their kid to creche 5 days a week, 8 hours a day. Incredible. I mean, how the hell is that kid going to know who it's parents are? Lastly, in the last couple of hours we had a power cut. Not a natural one, a fuse tripped out. The problem was, the damned thing wouldn't untrip. I called our helpdesk, who were as helpful as a chocolate teapot and gave me a reference number, and then didn't call back. Eventually The Chav came in, flicked the trip switch and all the power came back. Way to make me feel stupid. Thing is, I had tried that a few times, and it didn't work. I put all the meat into the chiller, because apparently Pedro worries about the meat, and incredibly he didn't call me. That was what I was worried about. You see, Pedro has a thing about calling people even when their shifts have finished to bawl them out. I simply ignore the phone until I go to bed. So, not sure how often I will be blogging over the next few days. I have a hectic few days planned. Tonight, weather depending, I may have a barbque and drinks and a party with a friend, and tomorrow I am going with my dad to the 10th aniversary Linux User's Group meeting. I've only been going for a few months, but already I feel so at home there amongst them. And of course, having access to a car means that I can bring the heavyweight gear, not just the lightweight stuff I am normally forced to take. Then Sunday I am going down to my local to listen to a band play. Busy busy busy! Plus I have to watch the Canadian Grand Prix. Permalink | |
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