So, I haven't blogged for a couple of days because I have been
attending my grandfather's funeral. A slightly upsetting time for
me, but I am gradually getting over it now. Hopefully throwing
myself into my work and my blogging will help me get over it.
This said, it isn't helping much that my parents are constantly arguing
over small, stupid things like what features our new bathroom is going
to have.
Last night was a night from hell. One saving grace is that I have
most of next week off. Queen Chav has screwed up my holidays and
given me 3 days off instead of 2, and also given me my 2 regular days
off, giving me 5 days off in total. Not quite sure what I am
going to blog about next week as I don't really want to take almost a
week off from blogging. I do have a few ideas with what to fill
this blog with, but I will go into that as time goes on.
So, first up The Blonde Bombshell insisted on checking up on everything
I did. I chose to work the soft drinks, and when I told him that
I had finished working them, he immediately went into the loading bay
and scoured every single cage there, and found 3 or 4 cases of drinks
that I had missed. I just let him get on with it and continued
working everything else. But then I got another slap in the face
after he worked the pet food and was told that I should have worked it
because I had worked the racking.
Then I had to deal with a couple of moronic Australians. First,
one of them came up to me and said "Excuse me, do you have a bread
aisle?" and I told him we did. He then asked me if it had bread
in it. I ignored him and showed him where it was. Then his
friend asked me if we had cheese. So I showed him where it was,
and had to deal with him squealing "I can't see it, I can't see
it!" So I showed him it was right in front of his eyes, and
considered getting the hammer from the loading bay. And then I
heard "Do you have grated cheese? Oh, no, you don't." So I
pointed at the bags of grated cheese. And then they came up to
the counter, squealing and comparing their shopping trip to Supermarket
Sweep because one of their boxes of eggs was missing an egg, so one of
them asked where the eggs were. At this point I was getting
really annoyed with them so I told them they were underneath the big
sign that said eggs.
We also had some Americans in. Now, I actually like serving
Americans because they are normally very polite and great to
serve. The ones I served last night were no exception. They
were amazed that we sold Marlboro lights in smaller packs than 20s, and
they were really surprised that I gave them a choice over which size of
matches they could buy. And bless them, they must have just
missed the sign which said "Lymington" outside the store when they
asked me how to get to Lymington.
Plus we had excitement! A group of drunks somehow managed to get
up onto the railway, and we have a disused station above our
store. It's disused because people used to leap off it into the
path of incoming trains to kill themselves. So the people who
owned the station spent millions securing it, making sure that no-one
can get to it from our side. Big spikey security fences, barbed
wire, and the most high tech of all - fast growing plants which now
cover the entrance. So, we heard them kick the wooden gate open,
then crashing through the plants, and then stopping. I really
thought they were going to try and climb over the fence, which made me
burst into song. I grinned and sung to myself "Someone call the
ambulence, there's gonna be an accident!" from Infra Red by
Placebo. Slaphead asked me what I said, so I sung it at him which
made him laugh.
But the real kicker of the night was The Blonde Bombshell telling me
that I couldn't have my break. This was after he called me and my
family monkeys. And called me stupid and told me that I can't
think. So I stood up to him, he thinks he's the alpha male of the
store simply because Pedro told him he's supervisor.
Unfortunately he learnt that it takes more than just someone telling
someone else that they are in charge to lead people. You see, I
play a very subtle game. I study mentalism, psychology and
persuasion, have done for getting on for ten years now, and I know how
to influence people. I don't use it very often because as I said,
I play things subtly. Slaphead asked if I was having my break and
I told him I wasn't allowed to, that The Bombshell said we could have
our breaks when we finished the ambient. He stormed over to The
Bombshell and told him I was going on my break and that he would take
over what I was doing, and then he was going on his break and then
simply walked away from him and told me to go on my break.
Anyway, tonight I am working with Miss C, which should be good as we
have a lot of Big Brother gossip to...well...gossip about! I'll
let her serve the customers and I'll just work all the stock in my
whirlwind manner. Then we can get the store faced up in double
quick time, and then we can stand around and gossip until our heart's
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