Mavericks
So.. I have been really pissed off of late due to cancer and its hold on my Grandad, luckily we got some good news yesterday that they should be able to operate after kemo and get it out. It is still dangerous though, it's in his gullet, close to his aorta and he is old and thin. I love that old man though, he gave me a voucher today for 5 pounds off in Tesco, incase I wanted to buy some toiletries with it. He saves all year for his precious points and gives the rewards to me. Im making him some chicken soup tonight to take to him tomorrow, he's probably at home now watching 'ello 'ello.
In other news, my insurance for my stolen laptop came today, and I am now on the swishest thing since golden pimp teeth. I also got my hair done today and it looks fabulous darlings. I read Tracy's text messages today when she was in a shop, nearly everyone of them FILTH from the old man, the images are so disturbing I keep feeling quite sick. My own fault for reading her messages you may think.
Oh and I said the police found my car, that was a lie, they only found 3 quaters of it. We have to get a newen.
Sometimes I wish I was Queen Latifah.
I have to sit in all fudgingday tomorrow writing an essay, I hate working on Sundays. I feel ike I owe it to God to take the day off, since he went to all the trouble of shutting the shops early. Shops... I hate working in retail. Maybe if they renamed University to 'The only way to avoid a job in retail', more people would go. Retail work is so boring too, you never see a film or a series about a Maverick Checkout Assistant.
The supervisor (black) calls MCA, Mitch Connor into a room,
'God damn you, GOD DAMN YOU CONNOR! you've made a laughing stock of the whole checkout force. You are so damned arrogant you can't see that your a rule breaker!'
'but Super..'
'but nothing, I can't afford any more mistakes, I'm taking you off the tills'
'YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!!!!'
'I CAN DO WHAT I GOD DAMN LIKE, *looks distantly into nothingness*, get out... Im bumpin' ya back to stockist'.
*Mitch Conner ignores this command and goes back to the tills, he's a maverick who plays by his own rules. After some collateral damage, a shoot out and a corny one liner, Mitch single handidly gets profits up by 12 %, breaking every law on the way*
'Connor! *angrily* you've disobeyed a direct order, swore over the tannoy stytem and pushed a trolley into a lake!.......... *smiles* BUT BY GOD YOU GET THE JOB DONE'
This doesn't happen, all you get in retail are smelly pikeys screaming that the item they are returning is only a week old and is decaying do to an error on your part, whatever disease is going 'round the masses and at some point someone will accuse you of stealing from the till.
I want to have a job where I can be a Mitch Connor, Axel Foley, Thomas Magnum, Kojak or Dennis Waterman. or Queen Latifah.
In other news, my insurance for my stolen laptop came today, and I am now on the swishest thing since golden pimp teeth. I also got my hair done today and it looks fabulous darlings. I read Tracy's text messages today when she was in a shop, nearly everyone of them FILTH from the old man, the images are so disturbing I keep feeling quite sick. My own fault for reading her messages you may think.
Oh and I said the police found my car, that was a lie, they only found 3 quaters of it. We have to get a newen.
Sometimes I wish I was Queen Latifah.
I have to sit in all fudgingday tomorrow writing an essay, I hate working on Sundays. I feel ike I owe it to God to take the day off, since he went to all the trouble of shutting the shops early. Shops... I hate working in retail. Maybe if they renamed University to 'The only way to avoid a job in retail', more people would go. Retail work is so boring too, you never see a film or a series about a Maverick Checkout Assistant.
The supervisor (black) calls MCA, Mitch Connor into a room,
'God damn you, GOD DAMN YOU CONNOR! you've made a laughing stock of the whole checkout force. You are so damned arrogant you can't see that your a rule breaker!'
'but Super..'
'but nothing, I can't afford any more mistakes, I'm taking you off the tills'
'YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!!!!'
'I CAN DO WHAT I GOD DAMN LIKE, *looks distantly into nothingness*, get out... Im bumpin' ya back to stockist'.
*Mitch Conner ignores this command and goes back to the tills, he's a maverick who plays by his own rules. After some collateral damage, a shoot out and a corny one liner, Mitch single handidly gets profits up by 12 %, breaking every law on the way*
'Connor! *angrily* you've disobeyed a direct order, swore over the tannoy stytem and pushed a trolley into a lake!.......... *smiles* BUT BY GOD YOU GET THE JOB DONE'
This doesn't happen, all you get in retail are smelly pikeys screaming that the item they are returning is only a week old and is decaying do to an error on your part, whatever disease is going 'round the masses and at some point someone will accuse you of stealing from the till.
I want to have a job where I can be a Mitch Connor, Axel Foley, Thomas Magnum, Kojak or Dennis Waterman. or Queen Latifah.