So Just Bite Me, Baby, And Drink All My Blood...
Heh, I got dumped by text this evening. As you can see, I am VERY worked up over it(!) Ahh well. He's a sweet guy and I hope his problems work out soon.
ANYWAY.
I am starting to hate my co-workers. I was marked down for working NONE of the Sundays in December. Which was lovely of my boss, as I only wanted the one after our xmas dinner off (my supervisor tends to challenge me into staying out and getting muy, muy drunk. It's fun, but not very conducive to a good working day afterwards!) So I've been spending my Sundays like I usually do - incredibly decadent lay ins and Star Wars watchings with a side of "yeah, I should really start my christmas shopping, shouldn't I?"
So, this morning I was woken fifteen minutes before my alarm by my mum with the phone in her hand. Guess who? I couldn't until Pearl started talking on the other end of it.
The girl who was supposed to be working wasn't even out of bed. She was supposed to have started work an hour and a half ago at this point.
Pearl had given her an entire HOUR to allow for buses (she didn't know when the bus was supposed to be...) and rung her mobile. No answer. So she rang her house. Someone picked up and when Pearl asked for my co-worker she was told she was still in bed. Pearl asked her if she was going to check the times of the buses...etc and got "erm, I suppose so" as an answer.
So then she rang Stacee.
Stacee DID pick up. When asked if she could come in and cover she said that her mum was supposed to be picking her up to go Xmas shopping at 1 (it was about 11 by this point). Would it be ok if she rang her mum to see what was going on and rang Pearl back? Yes, of course, says Pearl. 20 minutes pass - still no call. So Pearl rings Stacee back. No answer. I think her phone may have even been switched off. This is turning into a fairly often occurrence, and a very irritating one at that.
So, last chance - I get a call. My uniforms in the wash and I REALLY wanted to stay just in my pjs all day, but no matter - it's money and I'm not really doing anything else. So we agreed I'd start at 12.
About ten minutes later, the girl I'm covering for rang Pearl to tell her when the next bus would be. Did she want her to catch it?
Pearl, being the absolute doll that she is, said don't bother - we've got someone to cover you.
Normally I'd be all "She should have come in for a talk!" etc, but I'm getting her money and to be honest - I kind of wanted to work a Sunday. It reminded me it was December!
The worst thing is - I AM doing stuff the next two Sundays. This girl is contracted for both of them. And next week Stacee is the only other person working (other than my supervisor) If they both flunk out there is no WAY I am covering. I just hope my boss will agree to that!
As for how work went, it was really nice actually! I was able to wear about four thousand jumpers under my work one and got away with it and we closed at 3 instead of 4 as it was so quiet. The magazines were pretty much untouched, so that was nice to tidy. Stupid amount of papers for a Sunday though - we sent back 5 bundles. No orders. Only ONE queue all day. ONE! We didn't even need a solid presence on the till! The only other thing that really sucked was the amount of set up for next week. It took us from 3:15, when we finished the normal end of day stuff (closing tills, tidying the till area, putting out papers etc) til 4 just to set up the book fronts and the charts.
And? I got home in time to watch Star Wars! Attack of the Clones, but still - nice scifi to relax to. Sadly, I missed the last 20 minutes AGAIN 'cause I fell asleep! I didn't even catch that part in the CINEMA.
Dad managed to throw his knee out again. Which means I havn't really seen him this weekend. Lovely and peaceful!
God - I never have any structure to my posts!
We're going Grease for this year Xmas dinner. It's all themed and awesome. At least four of the girls have got Pink Ladies jackets and I think we might be able to convince Alex (our only male employee) into being "Danny". My outfit is kind of Grease-ish. I've got a black dress (short and kind of low cut *facepalm*) that I'm going to wear with my black chevron tights (warmth first!) and my red heels. I say red heels because, well -
They've got a one-inch concealed platform and they make my legs look LOOOONG. I kind of fell in love with them when I first saw them, but I've never worn them outside the house. My mates aren't really dressy when we go out. We only really go out to hang out, not to pick up guys or whatnot.
Anyway, all that with (hopefully) scarlet nails, scarlet lipstick, red and black hoop earings and my gem crucifix on red ribbon. And I'm stealing my mum's green coat (Full skirted, double breasted. Very 50's) and leather gloves.
Does that seem Grease enough to anyone? I'm set on wearing it anyway, but some of the girls at work can't see stuff thats based on anything - it has to be an exact replica of whatever it is. Also - I dunno what to do with my hair. Was wondering about doing rolls in the front or something, but it looks a little tricky and I only have about an hour from the end of work until I need to catch the minibus from the back of work.
Oh, and I promise to post pictures! I'm kind of worried - Pearl's got Facebook set up with a page for our workplace. Most of the pictures are just us, completely smashed at previous Xmas parties! I've got some of Louise last year that I'm only slightly blackmailing her with!
Oh God. THIS has been constantly playing since I found the link in a metaquote on three minute dance parties. BE CAREFUL - It's like freaking CRACK, I swear.
Right, I better be off. I should be getting up and going to college in the morning, but it hasn't worked for the last three weeks, why start now? But I'm cold sitting by the window here. YAY DUVET!
Kat xXxXx
ANYWAY.
I am starting to hate my co-workers. I was marked down for working NONE of the Sundays in December. Which was lovely of my boss, as I only wanted the one after our xmas dinner off (my supervisor tends to challenge me into staying out and getting muy, muy drunk. It's fun, but not very conducive to a good working day afterwards!) So I've been spending my Sundays like I usually do - incredibly decadent lay ins and Star Wars watchings with a side of "yeah, I should really start my christmas shopping, shouldn't I?"
So, this morning I was woken fifteen minutes before my alarm by my mum with the phone in her hand. Guess who? I couldn't until Pearl started talking on the other end of it.
The girl who was supposed to be working wasn't even out of bed. She was supposed to have started work an hour and a half ago at this point.
Pearl had given her an entire HOUR to allow for buses (she didn't know when the bus was supposed to be...) and rung her mobile. No answer. So she rang her house. Someone picked up and when Pearl asked for my co-worker she was told she was still in bed. Pearl asked her if she was going to check the times of the buses...etc and got "erm, I suppose so" as an answer.
So then she rang Stacee.
Stacee DID pick up. When asked if she could come in and cover she said that her mum was supposed to be picking her up to go Xmas shopping at 1 (it was about 11 by this point). Would it be ok if she rang her mum to see what was going on and rang Pearl back? Yes, of course, says Pearl. 20 minutes pass - still no call. So Pearl rings Stacee back. No answer. I think her phone may have even been switched off. This is turning into a fairly often occurrence, and a very irritating one at that.
So, last chance - I get a call. My uniforms in the wash and I REALLY wanted to stay just in my pjs all day, but no matter - it's money and I'm not really doing anything else. So we agreed I'd start at 12.
About ten minutes later, the girl I'm covering for rang Pearl to tell her when the next bus would be. Did she want her to catch it?
Pearl, being the absolute doll that she is, said don't bother - we've got someone to cover you.
Normally I'd be all "She should have come in for a talk!" etc, but I'm getting her money and to be honest - I kind of wanted to work a Sunday. It reminded me it was December!
The worst thing is - I AM doing stuff the next two Sundays. This girl is contracted for both of them. And next week Stacee is the only other person working (other than my supervisor) If they both flunk out there is no WAY I am covering. I just hope my boss will agree to that!
As for how work went, it was really nice actually! I was able to wear about four thousand jumpers under my work one and got away with it and we closed at 3 instead of 4 as it was so quiet. The magazines were pretty much untouched, so that was nice to tidy. Stupid amount of papers for a Sunday though - we sent back 5 bundles. No orders. Only ONE queue all day. ONE! We didn't even need a solid presence on the till! The only other thing that really sucked was the amount of set up for next week. It took us from 3:15, when we finished the normal end of day stuff (closing tills, tidying the till area, putting out papers etc) til 4 just to set up the book fronts and the charts.
And? I got home in time to watch Star Wars! Attack of the Clones, but still - nice scifi to relax to. Sadly, I missed the last 20 minutes AGAIN 'cause I fell asleep! I didn't even catch that part in the CINEMA.
Dad managed to throw his knee out again. Which means I havn't really seen him this weekend. Lovely and peaceful!
God - I never have any structure to my posts!
We're going Grease for this year Xmas dinner. It's all themed and awesome. At least four of the girls have got Pink Ladies jackets and I think we might be able to convince Alex (our only male employee) into being "Danny". My outfit is kind of Grease-ish. I've got a black dress (short and kind of low cut *facepalm*) that I'm going to wear with my black chevron tights (warmth first!) and my red heels. I say red heels because, well -
They've got a one-inch concealed platform and they make my legs look LOOOONG. I kind of fell in love with them when I first saw them, but I've never worn them outside the house. My mates aren't really dressy when we go out. We only really go out to hang out, not to pick up guys or whatnot.
Anyway, all that with (hopefully) scarlet nails, scarlet lipstick, red and black hoop earings and my gem crucifix on red ribbon. And I'm stealing my mum's green coat (Full skirted, double breasted. Very 50's) and leather gloves.
Does that seem Grease enough to anyone? I'm set on wearing it anyway, but some of the girls at work can't see stuff thats based on anything - it has to be an exact replica of whatever it is. Also - I dunno what to do with my hair. Was wondering about doing rolls in the front or something, but it looks a little tricky and I only have about an hour from the end of work until I need to catch the minibus from the back of work.
Oh, and I promise to post pictures! I'm kind of worried - Pearl's got Facebook set up with a page for our workplace. Most of the pictures are just us, completely smashed at previous Xmas parties! I've got some of Louise last year that I'm only slightly blackmailing her with!
Oh God. THIS has been constantly playing since I found the link in a metaquote on three minute dance parties. BE CAREFUL - It's like freaking CRACK, I swear.
Right, I better be off. I should be getting up and going to college in the morning, but it hasn't worked for the last three weeks, why start now? But I'm cold sitting by the window here. YAY DUVET!
Kat xXxXx