Cream Filling for Hollow Victories
Sep. 5th, 2002 01:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220OK, so it wasn't too bad... the people I was with today were pretty nice, though they made sure to mention all the people who weren't...
There's Fran the HR Nazi (Who bitched me out today for having purple hair and not wearing my perky little red pin badge even though it was broken and impossible to actually attatch my my shirt) and then there's the evilpsychobitch who works late on Sunday. I'm sure I'll have the pleasure of her company soon enough. Then we have the letcherous old perv on the cleaning crew, who greets all of the lady staff with a big wet smooch (Avoided him like the plague)
No one (Least of all me) could work out why the hell I was on a day shift when I'm supposed to be doing nights, because the day work is totally irrelevant to what I'll actually be doing.
So I got to trail round behind people and play with the hand-held barcoder doohickey thing to check all the shelf-edge prices...
*shrugs*
Boring, but almost entertaining for the first 5 minutes while you figure out how to use the palm-pilot-thingumy it's attatched to.
I have no idea what I'm doing tomorrow, or even who I'm supposed to be with. I forgot to ask. *shrug-sigh*
Everyone in the canteen was having fun bitching about the HR Nazi. She has an obsession with those pin-badges. She'll have a go at you even if you ARE wearing one, but it just happens to be covered by something.
Jewlery, hair colour, wearing the wong socks (no, really) you name it, she hates it.
They say it's cause she's German. I thouht she was Austrian personally, but in a way both gave rise to Hitler, so it's all much of a muchness...
*ducks the politically incorrect hammer*
Saw granny just as I finished my shift. Coulda' done without that really, she has this massive *thing* about working in a supermarket.
It's just a job, y'know? Not a fantastic job but, eh, it's money...
She's convinved it's demeaning and below my station.
I'm like... what station? I've been unemployed since December...
She said if I needed money I should have come to her, even if it was only 20 quid a week or something.
I dunno, I don't like taking her money. Not when they need it too.
If she was living in the lap of luxary on a civil service pension, then maybe I'd be more inclined. ^^;
Gonna' go into the city after I finish tomorrow. Netsuke should be out by then (if memory serves) and it's not gonna' be listed in my box. Have to go pick it up myself instead, then wave it at the bloke with the moustache and get him to add it to my order.
And now away I go, listless and pathetic and ever so slightly depressed in a not-really-but-god-this-is-crap kinda' way...
There's Fran the HR Nazi (Who bitched me out today for having purple hair and not wearing my perky little red pin badge even though it was broken and impossible to actually attatch my my shirt) and then there's the evilpsychobitch who works late on Sunday. I'm sure I'll have the pleasure of her company soon enough. Then we have the letcherous old perv on the cleaning crew, who greets all of the lady staff with a big wet smooch (Avoided him like the plague)
No one (Least of all me) could work out why the hell I was on a day shift when I'm supposed to be doing nights, because the day work is totally irrelevant to what I'll actually be doing.
So I got to trail round behind people and play with the hand-held barcoder doohickey thing to check all the shelf-edge prices...
*shrugs*
Boring, but almost entertaining for the first 5 minutes while you figure out how to use the palm-pilot-thingumy it's attatched to.
I have no idea what I'm doing tomorrow, or even who I'm supposed to be with. I forgot to ask. *shrug-sigh*
Everyone in the canteen was having fun bitching about the HR Nazi. She has an obsession with those pin-badges. She'll have a go at you even if you ARE wearing one, but it just happens to be covered by something.
Jewlery, hair colour, wearing the wong socks (no, really) you name it, she hates it.
They say it's cause she's German. I thouht she was Austrian personally, but in a way both gave rise to Hitler, so it's all much of a muchness...
*ducks the politically incorrect hammer*
Saw granny just as I finished my shift. Coulda' done without that really, she has this massive *thing* about working in a supermarket.
It's just a job, y'know? Not a fantastic job but, eh, it's money...
She's convinved it's demeaning and below my station.
I'm like... what station? I've been unemployed since December...
She said if I needed money I should have come to her, even if it was only 20 quid a week or something.
I dunno, I don't like taking her money. Not when they need it too.
If she was living in the lap of luxary on a civil service pension, then maybe I'd be more inclined. ^^;
Gonna' go into the city after I finish tomorrow. Netsuke should be out by then (if memory serves) and it's not gonna' be listed in my box. Have to go pick it up myself instead, then wave it at the bloke with the moustache and get him to add it to my order.
And now away I go, listless and pathetic and ever so slightly depressed in a not-really-but-god-this-is-crap kinda' way...
