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Store Manager | 19.08.08: A Short Post, A Dull Night and Arguments With A Stupid Kid New Music Of The Day: Z List Tears - Once In Your Life Another pretty dull night actually. You see, all the customers have been behaving themselves, and the only person having a tantrum is The Bombshell. Because he has to work a Saturday, and in Poland he wouldn't have to. As both Mrs DJ and I reminded him, he's not in Poland, and in England we do work Saturdays, and then I reminded him that this is all part of the glorious culture that he decided he wanted in on. And since Mrs DJ, Louie and I reminded him of these facts, he has been in a bad mood. Apart from perking up a little a few minutes ago when I swore in Polish for all the right reasons. Namely that dayshift are idiots. Plus we had Crack Baby in at 6am. Joy. The guy is an absolute moron. I personally love the Stereophonics popularised expression JEEP or Just Enough Education to Perform. Unfortunately Crack Baby doesn't even have this. You see, the guy has the ear of Pedro, and is his little golden boy at the moment. Unfortunately, I have seen what happens to golden boys of Pedro. They get complacent, and then lose their position. And I'm not just talking about their position as golden boy. I just think it will be interesting when Crack Baby's kid comes along, and he wants time off to spend with his kid. And when he comes in bleary eyed from not getting a decent sleep. Anyway, so the kid decided he wanted to pick a verbal fight with me. See what I mean about not being smart? I mean, the guy once told me he reads an intellectual paper, and when I asked which one he said "The Mirror". The crazy thing is, he got angry when I laughed and said that it was just another red top. He needed an explaination for that. Anyway, so the first sparring match was him trying to provoke a reaction in either The Bombshell or me by calling me lazy. It worked on neither of us. In the end I just said "If I'm so slow, I'll race you. 50 cases. Any time, any place. Name it." He went quiet after that. So then, a few minutes later he was out the back eating a Mars Bar. So I said "Wow, an hour into your shift and you're on a break already. Nice." He shot back with "Oi. No. Eating a Mars Bar thanks." I just pointed out that he was out the back, eating, not working, therefore it seemed to be a break. He told me that I knew a lot about breaks and not a lot about work. I shrugged and said "If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it's a duck. Now, you're not working, eating, and you're out the back. Guess you must be on a break then." He slammed the Mars Bar down and stormed onto the tills. Lastly, he was out the back again as I finished my shift. I was busily taunting the day shift supervisor, mentioning my badge and certificate for 5 years service. So Crack Baby came up and said "Wow. 5 years. What do you want? A medal?" I pointed out that I would be getting a medal in the form of a badge. So he said "Well, what the f do you want then?" I told him I wanted a banquet with a full chamber orchestra. He then told The Bombshell that I had lost it. I grinned and said "So would you if you worked nights for 5 years." He snapped back with "There is a difference between working for 5 years and turning up for 5 years." I grinned again and said "And we all know you're going for the latter." He told me to go f myself and then stormed off onto the tills. I think this proves my point that children should be seen and not heard. Permalink | |
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