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Store Manager | 30.07.08: Lack Of Blogging, Cute Customers,
Accusations, New Drivers, and Congratulations To Kathryn Streaming Song Of The Day: Join Me In Death by HIM Free MP3 Of The Day: Tide Of Trepidation by E.S.T. Dedicated to Esbjorn Svensson. Svensson died on June 14, 2008 at the age of 44. OK, so, sorry for the lack of blogging in the last few days. It's been a hectic last few days (booking holidays, organising holidays, sorting out work matters which I will go into later) but now I think I am finally a little more settled and calm. Right now I am sitting in the garden, writing this blog in the sun, with the computer telling me it's 21 degrees out here, listening to my beloved Placebo on the laptop. And not particularly giving a damn that the neighbours are making not so silent protests about my choice in music... Last night I was working with Miss C and Slaphead, which meant I had to endure the usual cliquiness from them, but that was more enjoyable than what I thought I was going to have to endure (I'll get into that later). Actually, Slaphead was in a general bad mood, and refused to acknowledge it when Miss C and I confronted him over it. He just gave an exaggerated smile and said "No, I'm fine". On the up side, there were many, many cute girls who came in and were all flirty with me. Always a plus. Despite the fact that I love the summer because you get the cute girls wearing very little, it's not so fun when you get the big, fat, hairy guys who also think they can wear little. I'm actually tempted to put a little sign on the door saying "In the interests of decency and the checkout staff not gagging, men must wear tops at all times. No, it doesn't matter how buff you are. Yes, girls are exempt." I should also explain my taste in women a little. I'm not one to go for the blonde, model types. I prefer redheads and brunettes who are over a size 16, shy, and glasses have always been a turn on. Same with height. Never been a particularly big fan of tall women either. And yes, I know my taste runs directly opposite to the normal straight male tastes. But then I guess that it's all a part of my individual nature. I don't dress mainstream and god knows I have never dated mainstream! Well...ok...there was one... So, the reason I got a better class of co-worker than I was expecting? Well...I thought I was going to be working with The Bombshell. And it's not that I am afraid of him, despite all his kung fu posturing, more that I didn't really want to have to confront him again. You see, during my last shift with him, he told me to "shut the f**k up and do some f**king work", that despite the fact that I had actually worked 200 chilled cases in an hour and a half, and he had barely made a dent on the ambient. So, I decided not to talk to anyone for the rest of the hour and to work like a demon. I got a cage and a half finished which completely trashed his mood further. Then he came up to me, and said "We must talk", so I told him I was going, so he grabbed my arm and said "No, we must talk", so I pulled my arm from him and told me not to touch me and I'd see him when I worked with him next. Then he followed me out of the store and told me that I had put some stock in his bag. I vehemently told him I hadn't, and he said he couldn't think of who else it would have been, therefore it must have been me. I told him if he was accusing me of setting him up for theft, he was walking a very dangerous path. He told me he didn't care and he was going to make it my problem. So I told him that if he wanted to make it my problem, I would make it entirely his problem. Then stormed to the cigarette kiosk only to find that the store had sold out of my brand. Perfect end to a bad night. Not that I let it lie. At the end of this morning's shift I went to Shoe, who I am friends with and who this week is the store manager and told her what The Bombshell had said, she agreed it wasn't acceptable, and now he's getting a disciplinary tomorrow morning. Messing with me is never a good idea. At last, we have a new newspaper delivery driver! The one before was useless and had been coming to our store for about 2 years. Bless him, he's a lovely guy, but he's also an idiot. Their depot is in Bournemouth (about 20 miles from here) and most drivers drive the route in a logical order, dropping papers off to the stores as they come to them. Not Robbie. At 5am, when every other driver drops our papers off, Robbie drives straight past us. And then at 6am, he drives past us again. And sometime between 6am and 7am, he gets around to dropping the papers off to us. The thing is, we get customers asking about papers from about 3am. Sometimes midnight. Depends where they are from. The London crowd annoy me the most, because they believe that everything that happens in London happens everywhere. Depsite the fact that they come to the country to get away from London life. Lastly, I just wanted to mention something that very few people in my life know. I on and off work on an AI (artificial intelligence) program. At the moment I am teaching it how to play Poker. It already plays Blackjack fairly well. The thing is, unlike most AI programs which chat, it doesn't play Blackjack or Poker against the person chatting with it. It plays Poker and Blackjack for itself, on gaming sites. Since it has perfected Blackjack, I've decided to set it loose against human players, since it's more or less wiped the floor with almost all the computer opponents I gave it. And as luck had it, a friend of mine sent me a link on Facebook for a site which allows you to play Poker for money without having to spend a dime. So, now my AI program plays there in their sit and go tournaments. So far it's played one tournament and came third, which is more or less where it comes when it plays computer players. I'm just mentioning it because I'm proud of it. Permalink |
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