Hahaha wow.
Okay, I'm sure you're all aware of how insane my workplace is, flist.
Well, today I came back from a driving lesson, and got an urgent phone call from Phil. He said that Slainey bailed at the last minute on the evening shift, claiming she was ill (and throughout the evening we received reports she had been spotted in town with her boyfriend. Oh, haha) and that he desperately needed my help because it's company policy to have at least two people on the premises at all times.
So I suit up and go to work.
Whereupon I arrive to find that Amanda's shown up, hair still wet from being in the bath, to try and help with the chaos that is a random shipment of toilet rolls appearing on our back loading bay.
My reaction was this:
"What. The. Actual. Fuck."
To which Amanda replied.
"John. Has. Been. Ordering. Random. Shit. Again."
Which makes a lot of sense because John has like eight kinds of neurosis and it's nearly mind-boggling what he does sometimes, such as orders three times the amount of bread we need, or goes around making sure every single shelf is stocked to bursting, and spills beer everywhere because he overloaded the trolley. But I digress.
So then I got put on the till, serving customers, all of whom were very confused by the large stack of Andrex 9-packs of toilet tissue in the corner. They became even more confused when Phil got bored and built a house.
I should reiterate that Phil is a 20 year old, quite beefy man who works as a bouncer for a night club in town on the weekend evenings.
Other than that, it was a normal evening shift on a Tuesday. Price-change day tomorrow though, which is going to suck.
"Those were £2.34 yesterday! They're £2.50 now!! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO RIP ME OFF SKDHSGKJHFDL"
"The special offer's just come off them sir. We have others-"
"RAAAAAAARGH I WILL NOT LISTEN TO REASON IT'S 6:30 AM AND I WANT MY NEWSPAPER AND MY FAGS TO BE PRECISELY THE SAME EVERY DAY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"
Yeah.
/goes to write FT
Well, today I came back from a driving lesson, and got an urgent phone call from Phil. He said that Slainey bailed at the last minute on the evening shift, claiming she was ill (and throughout the evening we received reports she had been spotted in town with her boyfriend. Oh, haha) and that he desperately needed my help because it's company policy to have at least two people on the premises at all times.
So I suit up and go to work.
Whereupon I arrive to find that Amanda's shown up, hair still wet from being in the bath, to try and help with the chaos that is a random shipment of toilet rolls appearing on our back loading bay.
My reaction was this:
"What. The. Actual. Fuck."
To which Amanda replied.
"John. Has. Been. Ordering. Random. Shit. Again."
Which makes a lot of sense because John has like eight kinds of neurosis and it's nearly mind-boggling what he does sometimes, such as orders three times the amount of bread we need, or goes around making sure every single shelf is stocked to bursting, and spills beer everywhere because he overloaded the trolley. But I digress.
So then I got put on the till, serving customers, all of whom were very confused by the large stack of Andrex 9-packs of toilet tissue in the corner. They became even more confused when Phil got bored and built a house.
I should reiterate that Phil is a 20 year old, quite beefy man who works as a bouncer for a night club in town on the weekend evenings.
Other than that, it was a normal evening shift on a Tuesday. Price-change day tomorrow though, which is going to suck.
"Those were £2.34 yesterday! They're £2.50 now!! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO RIP ME OFF SKDHSGKJHFDL"
"The special offer's just come off them sir. We have others-"
"RAAAAAAARGH I WILL NOT LISTEN TO REASON IT'S 6:30 AM AND I WANT MY NEWSPAPER AND MY FAGS TO BE PRECISELY THE SAME EVERY DAY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"
Yeah.
/goes to write FT