LT go *feh*
Apr. 22nd, 2003 05:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220*feh*
Had one o' them mornings. Not a lot of people in so we were bottoming instead. Which is all the little cleaning jobs that never otherwise get done.
So basically you clean and you clean and you clean for three and a half fricking hours and it look eeeexactly the same as when you started.
I think today I scrubbed the best end of a mile and a half of skirting boards and dado rails. Dusted crevices that haven't seen the light of day for weeks. hoovered the carpet under the furniture that never gets moved and then still got winged at for not polishing the pine firniture in room 8.
I'm just like... eh... fuck it. I dun' wanna know no more.
Compounded by the fact that the girl who works weekends has been finding fault pretty much everywhere and telling the boss about all these things that haven't been done for which I get complained at, and bugger me if she's in a position to criticise. She doesn't even clean the shower trays and that's like basic daily job number 3.
Compounded right now by the building work actually. Dado rails in 11... went in, dusted them... went to get the hoover, hoovered, look at the dado rails... fucking dusty already. Dusted them again. Put the hoover away, told Lesley she could do a room check if she wanted and the first thing she says... "You need to dust these dados, they're filthy..."
*cries*
Went to Leicester after work to cheer myself up after a craptacular morning of getting whined at for things that weren't my fault.
Char and I spent the afternoon heckling Rachie and Bunny cause they keps wandering off without us to be sickening and in love at each other. It was fun making them both go pink and awkward by making lewd suggestions in a relly thinly disguised veil of innuendo.
Picked up this week's comics too then basically came right home again. Char and I ended up getting ditched by the lovebirds, probably quite rightly so too, but as I said to Charlie, all they may see is this bitter and twisted, cynical shell, but inside our hearts are bleeding.
*snickers* Uh, yeah...
*sighs* Don't want to go to work tomorrow...
Had one o' them mornings. Not a lot of people in so we were bottoming instead. Which is all the little cleaning jobs that never otherwise get done.
So basically you clean and you clean and you clean for three and a half fricking hours and it look eeeexactly the same as when you started.
I think today I scrubbed the best end of a mile and a half of skirting boards and dado rails. Dusted crevices that haven't seen the light of day for weeks. hoovered the carpet under the furniture that never gets moved and then still got winged at for not polishing the pine firniture in room 8.
I'm just like... eh... fuck it. I dun' wanna know no more.
Compounded by the fact that the girl who works weekends has been finding fault pretty much everywhere and telling the boss about all these things that haven't been done for which I get complained at, and bugger me if she's in a position to criticise. She doesn't even clean the shower trays and that's like basic daily job number 3.
Compounded right now by the building work actually. Dado rails in 11... went in, dusted them... went to get the hoover, hoovered, look at the dado rails... fucking dusty already. Dusted them again. Put the hoover away, told Lesley she could do a room check if she wanted and the first thing she says... "You need to dust these dados, they're filthy..."
*cries*
Went to Leicester after work to cheer myself up after a craptacular morning of getting whined at for things that weren't my fault.
Char and I spent the afternoon heckling Rachie and Bunny cause they keps wandering off without us to be sickening and in love at each other. It was fun making them both go pink and awkward by making lewd suggestions in a relly thinly disguised veil of innuendo.
Picked up this week's comics too then basically came right home again. Char and I ended up getting ditched by the lovebirds, probably quite rightly so too, but as I said to Charlie, all they may see is this bitter and twisted, cynical shell, but inside our hearts are bleeding.
*snickers* Uh, yeah...
*sighs* Don't want to go to work tomorrow...
