10.06.08: Shaded Blogging, The Return Of K, The Hells Angels
Have Gone Down In My Estimations, Liars, Vandalised Toilets, and I Am
The Saviour Of Technology!
Streaming Song Of The Day: Nothing
At All by Rob Dougan
Once again I have the pleasure of blogging outside. Yes, it's
another hot summer's day in the UK, but we have a 7 foot hedge in our
garden and it is providing me with the most glorious of shade. I
am cool, the laptop screen is perfectly visible, and I disconnected the
wifi adaptor so I can take my time over this entry. And also so
that the battery life won't suck on this machine.
K came back today! Only as a customer but it was still nice to
see her again. K is one of those strange people you work with,
that when you work with them they annoy the absolute hell out of you,
but when they leave, you miss them. Anyway, she came back, and
did pretty much everything on the list I wrote a few days ago of things
that annoy you when you are serving someone. I believe this to be
coincidental, since she's not exactly computer literate, or at least
she wasn't when she was at work! And as always she shared far too
much, telling me that she was off to bed with her husband, then having
a shower, then going to bed with her husband again. Bless K, I
think she has a heart of gold, but she really does tell everyone way
too much about her private life!
And then we had a Hells Angel come in. Complete with beard,
shaved head, and Hells Angels Dublin t-shirt. He was gruff, rude,
very alpha male, and exactly what I would expect from a Hells
Angel! So I decided to see what he was riding, because I hadn't
noticed a Harley or any other loud motorbike coming onto the
forecourt. So I looked out and saw only cars. And then
stayed to see where the Hells Angel was going. He went to a very
luxurious BMW. It shattered my illusions of the Hells Angels
there and then. I get it that sometimes a motorbike isn't
practical, but come on, a BMW? Hardly rebellion on 4
wheels. Not quite sticking it to the man. More, seeing what
the man has and actually quite liking it. So, yeah, kind of
shattered my illusions of the Hells Angels being rough, tough guys
riding their machines everywhere they go and being generally
rebellious.
So, it turns out that Miss C is a bit of a liar! She told me that
she was leaving, and I mentioned this to Slaphead, and he told me
tonight that she told him that she was offered a job, but turned it
down and that she wasn't going anywhere. I know why this
is. She gave me misinformation so that she could find this
blog. Silly girl. I like to think one step ahead of people,
and I guessed she might try that one, and I don't think I gave enough
information on the blog to make it a viable search from Google. I
do understand search, I've been using Google for 7 years. Back
when all it did was search. But hey, if she finds it she finds
it.
Our toilets got vandalised yesterday too. I can't believe someone
would smash up a petrol station toilet. I mean...why? It's
actually more pointless than the people who smash up phone boxes.
And the smell in the toilets is inhuman! Leave it at that I
cannot smell smells unless they are really strong or really
close. And by really close I mean right under my nose.
Literally. But this I could smell a few seconds after I went
in. Not quite as bad as one customre put it "Everything is
smashed and the toilet is full of blood!" Two streaks of blood in
some poo.
Lastly, I am the saviour of technology in the store! And
modest. Despite the insistence of the IT bods using Windows
rather than Linux, leading to many crashes, Blue Screens Of Death and
slow computers trying to process advanced web pages, I still managed to
rescue three technological breakdowns last night! First up was
the stock ordering computer. A really simple Access Database
driven thing, and it locked up on Mrs DJ. So, I used Ctrl F4 and
shut it down, and Ctrl F4'ed everything else that was running and not
essential, then reloaded the Access Database. Working as smooth
as a baby's butt. Secondly thing was that Slaphead couldn't make
the GRN computer work. So I went in, and 2 minutes later his GRN
slip was printed. Then came the biggie. All non essential
systems went down. Slaphead had a small panic, wondering whether
we could still trade, Evie panicked and pointed at the lights and said
"No power?" And I casually strolled to the fusebox, opened it up
and came back and said "You'll have power in 10 minutes." Five
minutes later I strolled back to the fusebox, untripped the non
essential power fuse, and power came back for the rest of the
shift. How good am I? I was even nice enough to tell
Slaphead and Queen Chav what I thought the problem was, although not
nice enough to tell them how I was fixing said problem. Well,
Slaphead and Miss C are supposed to be supervisors now, and I think
restoring power to a broken store is under their remit.
Especially not under my remit as a lazy, stupid, arrogant, big mouthed
cashier, as some rotund blondes believe... Permalink |