Attnt: Multinational Conglomerate
Dear Mr. Multinational Conglomerate.
I am one of your bottom-feeders from sector 1134 and I may have hijacked your store for the evening because there was nobody suitable to run the place.
This in no way suggests that I was a suitable party to run the store instead, so please remember this when you come in tomorrow morning to find a pile of old newspapers still on the counter and customers locked in the store.
So I return the store to you now, still in one piece, but perhaps a little more dented than it was earlier today.
Next time, try to employ somebody who knows and cares what’s going on around them,
- Nat K.
.... So yeah, I supervised at work tonight. Not only supervised, but actually closed the store. I'm used to being an 'interim supervisor', that is covering the real supervisors break or covering one or two hours when there's nobody else to do it. But tonight, it was just me (oh... and the two dozen other employees in the store). And it was nerve racking.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't as bad as I made out above, but tonight was still awful. Too many customers and not enough staff. I didn't get a break, although I did make sure everybody else got there's, so hey, at least I lived up to that bargain I made with myself (I always promised I would never be one of those supervisors who made sure they got a break but missed out the workers breaks).
And I don't think I did too badly considering how super busy and rushed the store was, but we didn't get to clean or top papers or fill cigarettes or any of the other things that you're supposed to get done. I do not think they will ever give me the opportunity to supervise again on my own, even if the craziness of tonight had nothing to do with me and everything to do with too many damned customers. Why do people insist on shopping on Sunday Nights when they know, just know it'll be hectic?
I suspect I may get an angry phone call in the morning, but at the moment, I'm just glad I haven't gotten an angry call tonight.
In any case, I came home and watched some Doctor Who to unwind. Oh Doctor, you always make me feel both better and worse about myself all at once. Thank you.
Feeling much less stressed now.
Also, just as a pet peeve, can everybody who's writing Doctor Who fanfic be aware that unless you're actually talking about the Doctor, you don't need to capitalise the 'D'. It's a problem springing up in a few fics, and I know I shouldn't throw stones from my glass house, but seriously people, if I have to read one more sentence that says something like, "but Doctor, the Doctor told me it would be okay and he should know because he's my Doctor", one more time, my head may well explode.
It's confusing people. Seriously. No, not just seriously, I’m going to go all out and spell it ‘srsly’, because that’s how dire this situation is. It calls for NetSpeak.
You DO NOT need to capitalise the word doctor when it's referring to a medical doctor, only when it's being used as a proper noun to refer to The Doctor who is also a Time Lord.
Thank you for you time.
Now, I'm off to bed to await the eventual early morning abusive phone call from work.
- Nat out