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20th
November 2008:
So, against convention, I am sitting in Starbucks Southampton writing today's post. Why? Well, so little happened last night that rather than working on the blog, I decided to do a little work on how I want the blog to be in the future. There are a few changes coming in the next few weeks. Some cosmetic, some more to do with my attitude to blogging. Should make for an interesting twelve months ahead! Last night was just dull. In part down to The Scotsman who has the ability to kill the fun in any shift, and in part down to the fact that Slaphead is a workaholic, and expects his staff to adopt the same attitude. Working with two grumpy old men. Joy. I mean, we didn't even have that many interesting customers! Anyway, there are times when I think The Scotsman is too confused to work for us anymore. I mean, Slaphead was putting out a trolley of chilled food from the backup chiller. Now, I should clarify, these were things like microwave burgers and milkshakes. Not stuff which is going to be in any other department. So, The Scotsman asks Slaphead "Are you working the chiller?" To which Slaphead turns around, narrows his eyes and says "No, crisps. What does it look like?" The Scotsman then goes off the deep end and yells "How should I f*cking know? I'm not f*cking psychic!" So Slaphead brings his trolley over to the tills and points at the milkshakes and says "Yeah, because we keep these in the racking (our non chilled storage area) don't we?" And then seriously nothing happened between then and when the delivery arrived. I mean...how is that possible? Three people, little to do, and yet still they keep working silently. Suits me. I m not sure why, but I seem to have gone back to being an introvert lately. Quiet. Shy. Not really wanting to reach out and communicate with people so much. The perfect attitude to go on holiday with! Then when someone came in who I really wanted to scream at her to shut up. One of these people who have verbal diahorea. She just wouldn't shut up. And what was worse, she didn't have anything of particular value to say! Just "I've got 65p! 65p! Hahahaha. Man, man behind the counter, I have 65p, what bargains do you have for 65p..." Ad nausium. I was really close to telling her to shut up and just to leave before I threw her out. And then there was the "hilarious" incident where they locked her in a cage. I unlocked it and suggested they left. Fortunately they did. And then there was the customer from hell. As if that girl wasn't enough, I had to serve a guy who was the absolute opposite. He came to the counter and handed me his card. No greeting, nothing. So I said "Pump 5?" Still nothing. So then I went through all the motions, and handed him his receipt. But here is where he became just plain rude. I asked if he needed a VAT receipt, and he just put his hand up in a kind of stop motion. I mean, seriously, when you are given a yes or no question, who decides on sign language? So I said goodbye to him and he just walked away. I hate customers who are rude like that. And that was pretty much it. We did very little after the delivery, because everything had been done. And we still had an hour and a half left of the shift because I was absolutely on fire. I worked almost the entire ambient delivery on my own in 2 hours. Even Slaphead was impressed. So, with no-one there to amuse me, I decided that I was going to have to amuse myself at the newbie's expense. The newbie being The Scotsman. He made a comment about me, so I smiled and said that I hoped we got to comment on him in his 13 week review. He snapped "And when to I get to comment on you b*stards?" I smiled sweetly and said that I thought he already had. That sent him nuclear. He yelled "What do you mean? Explain yourself! Back up that claim! I hate people who won't say things to my face!" I said that I had said it to his face, and actually he had been underhand to us. Super nova time. "WHAT? WHAT? HOW F*CKING DARE YOU! I HAVE BALLS!" Unfortunately, he was standing underneath the baubles which are all over our store and about a foot wide. Slaphead couldn't resist saying "Yeah, and they're hanging above your head". The Scotsman stormed off the shop floor. Back to being in Southampton. So, I have just finished my venti americano, served to me by a particularly cute Asian girl. And I love Starbucks coffee. It's just so strong. Real, proper hardcore coffee. We like this. Reminds me, must pick up a bag of Christmas Blend soon. Then there was Primark. Now, I know that at least one reader loves Primark, so, I will comment on my purchases since, after all, I do feel this is kind of like a little tiny community. I bought 2 pairs of black jeans which are probably my size. Definetly if I breathe in and try to lose a little weight! I won't comment on the size, but let's just say that my target of size 34 jeans is a LONG way off. Then there are the t-shirts and psuedo shirts. I bought one black t-shirt with a black pvc skull design on it. It's beautiful. And then another two t-shirts with massive dragon/snake/wierd symbols designs on them. Also in black but the design is in light grey. These are also beautiful. And then the psudeo shirts. They are kind of a cross between a t-shirt and a short sleeve shirt (damn you Primark for only having redneck-esque short sleeve shirts!) They are black, with white writing on them. But the writing is a very old style computer typeface. And the writing is nonsensical gibberish about code and service user. Very me. I bought three of these. And for a reason. I think I need clothes to put me in the mood for my new project, kind of an edge to focus me even more. And these psuedo shirts really fit the bill. Plus they will make me stand out from the crowd in Gran Canaria, and are also geeky enough to wear to the Linux group meetings. Stunning. So, enough demended caffeine fuelled ramblings from me. I would also like to comment that I am planning on blogging as much as I can whilst I am on holiday from Monday, but I can't promise miracles. The computers at the hotel are locked down, and wifi could be patchy. This said, as a VIP, I might demand wifi. Or just ask really nicely. Plan B is my long range wifi adaptor and their roof terrace. Sneaky no? But seriously, if all else fails, where my parents timeshare is, where they are staying for 5 of my 7 days there they have free wifi. And I am hoping we are close enough that sitting on the edge of their balcony, with the long range adaptor, with it pointed at the internet place, I might be able to eek one or two bars of connectivity. Either way. Blogging in the sun is going to be gorgeous! Permalink | |
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