Epic Fail
You know how the Valley gets this magical...urinal...smell, early on a Sunday morning, from all the merry drunks taking their querulous bladders out and about the night before? You know how it winds up fermenting in the early sunlight into a crunchy sort of aroma, the nasal equivalent of snorting a handful of borax?
Well, on Sunday afternoon all the stormwater drains in front of the shop failed to drain any storm water, and the resultant foot-deep pool of Valley Slurry came swamping in through the front door of my shop, to deposit its wrack all over my carpet.
So, despite the best efforts of my staff, I started the day confronting a store that smelled a bit like the loos at the Alliance, back in the day. Eu de Drunk. Charming. The carpet also prominently featured a lively colony of small black beetles that surfed their way in on cigarette butts, to take happy roost under my shelves.
This is only Shithouse Factor One to the Epic Fail that was my day. And a small one at that. The carpet cleaner showed up rather a lot more quickly than I had expected, and so aside from a lingering smell of piss the place was back to normal relatively quickly.
No, the real kicker was the bit where my 2IC quit on Sunday. He does about 30 hours a week, which means that my roster this week is about 60 hours - all of mine, and then all of his, for a seven-day work week - and will improve to a slightly less toxic 40 hour week once lilithsatyne comes on board fully next week. That's still a 7 day week, mind.
My boss (the owner of the store) was less than pleasant all day, making clear yet again the veiled contempt in which he seems to regard me.
And it got worse from there.
Probably not the best day on record.
Well, on Sunday afternoon all the stormwater drains in front of the shop failed to drain any storm water, and the resultant foot-deep pool of Valley Slurry came swamping in through the front door of my shop, to deposit its wrack all over my carpet.
So, despite the best efforts of my staff, I started the day confronting a store that smelled a bit like the loos at the Alliance, back in the day. Eu de Drunk. Charming. The carpet also prominently featured a lively colony of small black beetles that surfed their way in on cigarette butts, to take happy roost under my shelves.
This is only Shithouse Factor One to the Epic Fail that was my day. And a small one at that. The carpet cleaner showed up rather a lot more quickly than I had expected, and so aside from a lingering smell of piss the place was back to normal relatively quickly.
No, the real kicker was the bit where my 2IC quit on Sunday. He does about 30 hours a week, which means that my roster this week is about 60 hours - all of mine, and then all of his, for a seven-day work week - and will improve to a slightly less toxic 40 hour week once lilithsatyne comes on board fully next week. That's still a 7 day week, mind.
My boss (the owner of the store) was less than pleasant all day, making clear yet again the veiled contempt in which he seems to regard me.
And it got worse from there.
Probably not the best day on record.