Charley's log, day twenty two.
Rah I'm so tired. First day at work, someone left on the sick, which apparently is why it was so rushed today. Apparently.
I feel like I've been setting tables and fucking putting dishes through the washer all day, which I have. So i suppose I have a right to feel that way. Oh or pushing trollies around, yes! I am the trolley lady! Except I mow those fuckers down.
They're not all bad. Most of them are too crazy to be bad. Like the one that had her head almost on her chest and then sprang up to shout "GIVE ME SALT! I NEED SALT! in my face. Or the one who kept flicking the tablecloth up because she was making a pattern, or the one who sat ALL DAY in the upstairs dining room saying the following: "mirmnumnenum YES ROBERT! nenermmermermerfirdedenirm..." She made me nervous. I liked the grumpy one that told ppl to get out of my way though. And the ones that demanded marmalade and laughed when I told them that they were too fussy. People that made sense, finally.
On the collegue front. Barbara is my boss, her accent is just as fucked as mine because she too is English, from Canterbury, but she has lived her since like 1969 or sommit.
Kelly, I think, is semi-autistic. Which is rather off putting when trying to look her straight in the eye.....cos she can't.
The man nurse who I will refer to as Brendon because that may or may not be his name, I can't remember, but I know he knows my name. So now I have to learn his. I believe he is the only non gay in the village.
Danilo makes me laugh, one because his name is the name of a character from a book series I really want to read again. Two because he's the most incredibly I'M TRYING TO ACT UNGAY, BUT YOU KNEW I WAS BEFORE YOU EVEN WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR! Plus he keeps giggling at me strangely when I trolley past him. Like I have a sign on the back of me saying "laugh at me, clearly I DO NOT BELONG HERE". So 10 hours of him giggling at me made me very paranoid. He's also foreign, which I think explains alooooot.
Ruth.....went off on the sick, but before that she smoked in my face. But after that she was nice to me, so I guess I can forgive her.
Everyone else can just stay the fuck out of my way and stop asking me for yoghurts. DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE YOGHURTS?! No.
*sigh*
The day ended better than it started anyway. And tomorrow I don't have as many hours, I need money, but I'd also like to stay awake for longer, 'cause I am knackered. So fucking knackered I could sleep right here.
Oh yeah and this job supposedly only lasts for like a week.
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I feel like I've been setting tables and fucking putting dishes through the washer all day, which I have. So i suppose I have a right to feel that way. Oh or pushing trollies around, yes! I am the trolley lady! Except I mow those fuckers down.
They're not all bad. Most of them are too crazy to be bad. Like the one that had her head almost on her chest and then sprang up to shout "GIVE ME SALT! I NEED SALT! in my face. Or the one who kept flicking the tablecloth up because she was making a pattern, or the one who sat ALL DAY in the upstairs dining room saying the following: "mirmnumnenum YES ROBERT! nenermmermermerfirdedenirm..." She made me nervous. I liked the grumpy one that told ppl to get out of my way though. And the ones that demanded marmalade and laughed when I told them that they were too fussy. People that made sense, finally.
On the collegue front. Barbara is my boss, her accent is just as fucked as mine because she too is English, from Canterbury, but she has lived her since like 1969 or sommit.
Kelly, I think, is semi-autistic. Which is rather off putting when trying to look her straight in the eye.....cos she can't.
The man nurse who I will refer to as Brendon because that may or may not be his name, I can't remember, but I know he knows my name. So now I have to learn his. I believe he is the only non gay in the village.
Danilo makes me laugh, one because his name is the name of a character from a book series I really want to read again. Two because he's the most incredibly I'M TRYING TO ACT UNGAY, BUT YOU KNEW I WAS BEFORE YOU EVEN WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR! Plus he keeps giggling at me strangely when I trolley past him. Like I have a sign on the back of me saying "laugh at me, clearly I DO NOT BELONG HERE". So 10 hours of him giggling at me made me very paranoid. He's also foreign, which I think explains alooooot.
Ruth.....went off on the sick, but before that she smoked in my face. But after that she was nice to me, so I guess I can forgive her.
Everyone else can just stay the fuck out of my way and stop asking me for yoghurts. DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE YOGHURTS?! No.
*sigh*
The day ended better than it started anyway. And tomorrow I don't have as many hours, I need money, but I'd also like to stay awake for longer, 'cause I am knackered. So fucking knackered I could sleep right here.
Oh yeah and this job supposedly only lasts for like a week.
)0(