The day I'm technically free...
Well, I'm now officially done with the Co-op. It feels very strange to sit here and think I won't be working at that place anymore, walking around the grotty and over-packed warehouse trying to avoid arsey customers (more on that later), and I started to feel a bit sad yesterday morning when I sat and wrote out my message on the Farewell card I'd bought. As much as I hated the job, there were some really nice people there - the kind of people you meet who you wouldn't see anywhere else except the job that's stuck you all together - and so I thought I might get a bit sad at work, too, but then I got there and remembered exactly why I was leaving: it's shit. So those feelings didn't linger around for too long.
On Thursday I had the displeasure of having to help a couple of elderly customers who have the 'I'm eight times your age and thus you should worship the floor i shit on' attitude that some disgusting members of the over-70 community have. To cut a long story short, they moaned at me for the fact we didn't have two things in stock that they wanted (although considering we sell about 8'000 products I'd say those stats are alright!), complained that the alternative I'd offered wouldn't be any good to them (but bought it anyway), and then started going on about how he thinks all the staff here haven't actually ordered the stock in like we'd said we have, that we're all just lazy. And he emphasized the lazy several times. At this point I had to really fight the urge to just go "Oh, fuck off!" figuring I was leaving in two days so it didn't matter if I got sacked for swearing at a customer, but I bit my lip. And I walked away thinking "For their sake, they'd best not come in on my last day". And then yesterday they DID come in, about 20 minutes before the end of my shift. I decided I'd be better off staying in the warehouse where they couldn't ask me anything.
I made one last use of my discount card before handing it over (my mum's not gonna shop there now that I don't have any discount - I think she's gutted I didn't get a job at another shop!) and bought myself a DVD player/recorder for my room since I don't have one besides my Xbox, which is a pain. It's just aswell that I'll be converting to DVD recording too - I decided to clear my room out today and get rid of all the old crap I'd kept, which resulted in EIGHT full bin bags of VHS tapes to be thrown away. I've no idea what's on them - probably various recordings of the celebrities I was 'in love' with as a kid (like the yellow Power Ranger, for example. And Sonia.), so I decided they could be axed. And then all I had to do was figure out how to connect all my new stuff up to my TV. Which brings me to another question - why is it so fucking complicated to set things up?! I always expect it to be 'connect cable A to port B and plug cable B into port A' and Bob's your uncle, when in actual fact - because I have a Sky box - it's more like 'connect cable A to port B via subway X with SCART 2 routed to Unit A via cable F and connect cable G to Unit 4 via code 61 and AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!!'.
And so after much wire arranging and VHS chucking, I'm now left sat here next to my strangely empty DVD shelves pondering about the fact that my safety net of knowing my job beyond routine has disappeared. The one thing I'm probably nervous about the most is the fact that I will basically have to learn a new work routine and won't know what I'm doing for a few weeks. It's a big change when you're that used to doing a completely different jo to the point that you don't have to think about it anymore. That and the chance of doing a shit job infront of all my friends, of course.
A quick word on Friday night - was really good, only stayed out till 11 due to low funds (though I still managed to spend £120 on the DVD recorder yesterday) but had a great time as you can probably tell from the pictures in the last post. A few highlights include a pissed Eggy arguing with me on the way to MacDonalds about whether or not I eat meat, Matt attempting to bite my cheek off after inadvertadly revealing that I'd bought him the very rare, limited edition (and a first edition) Salival by Tool, and then both of us singing All In The Family in the middle of the Firkin.