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Reasons work didn't suck today:
Some kid (Alex): Hey mum. Hey mum. Mum, you see this? Mum. Mum, if I eat this-- if I eat this, I'll become a shark :D :D :D :D Mum can I eat it? :D :D :D
ACCEPTABLE REQUEST. He was referring to shark-shaped vitamin gummies, incidentally. Kid knows what's up.
Although to be fair, work wasn't terrible by any stretch. But oh, oh, some of my colleagues. I WILL NOW COMPLAIN TWICE.
Complaint the first is geared toward a guy who actually works in another store, but he covered for us yesterday so I could have a day off this week. And I am grateful for that! But he came to our store and saw that our charity tin is jammed full. We have called the relevant people to have it collected, but we live in an inconvenient area so no one has been for it yet. The guy (let's call him Jack) decides to go ahead and call them for us - doesn't bother contacting either myself or my boss to see if we've already done so, just decides to go right ahead. That's rather the sort of person he is.
So he calls the charity, complains that OBVIOUSLY someone is going to steal the money tin and if they're going to do that then they'll obviously just go the whole way and steal from the till as well, and they need to come and do something about it immediately. They ask him for the postcode, he says he doesn't know it, they say they need it and Jack swears at them and hangs up. 'I called them on your behalf, but they might be angry now :)))', he says.
WHO DOES THAT??? Augh! The people I work with I swear to god, what has to be going through your head to behave like that toward a charity worker, never mind to do it as a representative of the company that own youuuu, never never mind that it was on ~our behalf~. SHUT UP JACK. YOU'RE STUPID. (Of course, this is the same Jack who spent several hours of a train journey telling me HILARIOUS racist/homophobic jokes and accidentally showing me porn on his phone ('oh someone sent me that I don't know why that's there /CLICK AWAY CLICK AWAY'). He's a moron. I swear I don't even dislike him, but sometimes I'm not sure why I don't because he has an extensive repertoire of disasterous faux pas.)
Complaint the second concerns our Nice But Dim employee, who continues to be difficult in all he does. We'll call him Ron. Ron is not a bad guy, I swear, but he is painfully slow and he isn't getting any better. And today he forced me to be authoritative and put my foot down with him, and that pains me because (a) he's nice, and (b) lord knows how bad I am at that.
Ron was not well today. Well, actually, he hasn't slept for two days (he says), so calling him unwell isn't inaccurate but more precisely he was just exhausted. He spent the morning lurching around looking occasionally forlorn but otherwise monotonous, and hardly so much as spoke to the customers - never mind doing his darn job. I was wringing my hands by midday, because I really didn't want to have to scold him into a fake smile, but on the other hand he was just not doing his job, not focusing and not communicating. He wasn't performing any tasks given to him, and I didn't feel able to leave him on the shop floor so I could go do them instead. So when he said he had a headache, I leapt on the chance to send him home. WELL OBVIOUSLY I didn't force him, but I gave him the choice and he took it. 'Good,' I thought, 'Let him get some sleep, and let me focus on what needs to be done instead of what I can do about him.'
I told him to see how he felt tomorrow, and let me know if he'd be in or not. "If you're sick, you're sick - don't force yourself to come in if you're feeling rotten, but if you're well then that's all for the good."
Well, he sent me a message at the end of my shift, asking if I'd be able to cover tomorrow without him. 'Sure, no problem'. He replies again to say that's good, because he has things to do and it'll be good to have the day off.
FACE IN HANDS. So, damn the boy, I had to call him and say no, you're not being given the day off, you come in and work the shift you're scheduled for unless you're feeling sick, and if he is sick he has to call our manager an hour in advance of work and tell her that himself. What on earth did he expecttttttt. The people I work with, I swear to godddd.
One of my omg ~childhood friends~ has just started working with us, though, which is turning out rather nicely so far. Not awkward, as I had feared might be the case. :|a
AND SO THIS IS MY WONDERFUL UPDATE ABOUT WORK. I have deleted so many work updates before now on the basis that of course no one cares, or at least no one cares for a dull summary that goes beyond 'it was okay' or 'it wasn't'. BUT I'VE GOT TO POST SOMETHING, NOW HAVEN'T I. Enjoy eet.
Some kid (Alex): Hey mum. Hey mum. Mum, you see this? Mum. Mum, if I eat this-- if I eat this, I'll become a shark :D :D :D :D Mum can I eat it? :D :D :D
ACCEPTABLE REQUEST. He was referring to shark-shaped vitamin gummies, incidentally. Kid knows what's up.
Although to be fair, work wasn't terrible by any stretch. But oh, oh, some of my colleagues. I WILL NOW COMPLAIN TWICE.
Complaint the first is geared toward a guy who actually works in another store, but he covered for us yesterday so I could have a day off this week. And I am grateful for that! But he came to our store and saw that our charity tin is jammed full. We have called the relevant people to have it collected, but we live in an inconvenient area so no one has been for it yet. The guy (let's call him Jack) decides to go ahead and call them for us - doesn't bother contacting either myself or my boss to see if we've already done so, just decides to go right ahead. That's rather the sort of person he is.
So he calls the charity, complains that OBVIOUSLY someone is going to steal the money tin and if they're going to do that then they'll obviously just go the whole way and steal from the till as well, and they need to come and do something about it immediately. They ask him for the postcode, he says he doesn't know it, they say they need it and Jack swears at them and hangs up. 'I called them on your behalf, but they might be angry now :)))', he says.
WHO DOES THAT??? Augh! The people I work with I swear to god, what has to be going through your head to behave like that toward a charity worker, never mind to do it as a representative of the company that own youuuu, never never mind that it was on ~our behalf~. SHUT UP JACK. YOU'RE STUPID. (Of course, this is the same Jack who spent several hours of a train journey telling me HILARIOUS racist/homophobic jokes and accidentally showing me porn on his phone ('oh someone sent me that I don't know why that's there /CLICK AWAY CLICK AWAY'). He's a moron. I swear I don't even dislike him, but sometimes I'm not sure why I don't because he has an extensive repertoire of disasterous faux pas.)
Complaint the second concerns our Nice But Dim employee, who continues to be difficult in all he does. We'll call him Ron. Ron is not a bad guy, I swear, but he is painfully slow and he isn't getting any better. And today he forced me to be authoritative and put my foot down with him, and that pains me because (a) he's nice, and (b) lord knows how bad I am at that.
Ron was not well today. Well, actually, he hasn't slept for two days (he says), so calling him unwell isn't inaccurate but more precisely he was just exhausted. He spent the morning lurching around looking occasionally forlorn but otherwise monotonous, and hardly so much as spoke to the customers - never mind doing his darn job. I was wringing my hands by midday, because I really didn't want to have to scold him into a fake smile, but on the other hand he was just not doing his job, not focusing and not communicating. He wasn't performing any tasks given to him, and I didn't feel able to leave him on the shop floor so I could go do them instead. So when he said he had a headache, I leapt on the chance to send him home. WELL OBVIOUSLY I didn't force him, but I gave him the choice and he took it. 'Good,' I thought, 'Let him get some sleep, and let me focus on what needs to be done instead of what I can do about him.'
I told him to see how he felt tomorrow, and let me know if he'd be in or not. "If you're sick, you're sick - don't force yourself to come in if you're feeling rotten, but if you're well then that's all for the good."
Well, he sent me a message at the end of my shift, asking if I'd be able to cover tomorrow without him. 'Sure, no problem'. He replies again to say that's good, because he has things to do and it'll be good to have the day off.
FACE IN HANDS. So, damn the boy, I had to call him and say no, you're not being given the day off, you come in and work the shift you're scheduled for unless you're feeling sick, and if he is sick he has to call our manager an hour in advance of work and tell her that himself. What on earth did he expecttttttt. The people I work with, I swear to godddd.
One of my omg ~childhood friends~ has just started working with us, though, which is turning out rather nicely so far. Not awkward, as I had feared might be the case. :|a
AND SO THIS IS MY WONDERFUL UPDATE ABOUT WORK. I have deleted so many work updates before now on the basis that of course no one cares, or at least no one cares for a dull summary that goes beyond 'it was okay' or 'it wasn't'. BUT I'VE GOT TO POST SOMETHING, NOW HAVEN'T I. Enjoy eet.