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Almost Christmas now. I'm prepared...or thereabouts. I've got one present to wrap and that's it. But there is also some food and drink shopping to be done, which will happen tomorrow because it's double discount day where staff get 20% off our shopping. So that helps.
Speaking of work, we have no real manager at the moment. Well, we have managers, but they're from other stores and they're just coming to help out till we have a new permanent one of our own. Our old manager has been 'relocated' after an investigation. I did see him at our staff night out (which was okay) but he didn't say anything about it and nobody was about to ask, so...yeah.
I'm working Christmas Eve, which I'm not particularly looking forward to, as we're going to get mobbed by the general public, who seem to forget that we're only going to be closed for one day. And it will be the same again on Hogmanay (which I'm also working) and the customers will blame the staff for not having product x in, forgetting that they're the ones who chose to leave it till 5pm on Christmas Eve/Hogmanay.
And despite all my best intentions I will be working the second of January. Louise came up to me to tell me that Sue was willing to work Boxing Day, but 'couldn't' work January 2nd because of her husband going off shore or some shite like that(even though they were her days to be in anyway) So basically what happened is: I felt guilty and caved. I'm trying not to think about it because when I do I just get pissed off. For the past two years I have worked on Boxing Day and the 2nd by myself because they were my days to work anyway. Did Sue offer to split with me so I wouldn't have to work both days? Did she fuck. I just keep reminding myself that I get paid double time. .
I know I haven't been very communicative of late. I haven't really been in the best frame of mind. I'm still not. It's no one
thing, it's a whole bunch of things. I could start going into it, but I'd be here all night. I'll save it for another time and another post.
Speaking of work, we have no real manager at the moment. Well, we have managers, but they're from other stores and they're just coming to help out till we have a new permanent one of our own. Our old manager has been 'relocated' after an investigation. I did see him at our staff night out (which was okay) but he didn't say anything about it and nobody was about to ask, so...yeah.
I'm working Christmas Eve, which I'm not particularly looking forward to, as we're going to get mobbed by the general public, who seem to forget that we're only going to be closed for one day. And it will be the same again on Hogmanay (which I'm also working) and the customers will blame the staff for not having product x in, forgetting that they're the ones who chose to leave it till 5pm on Christmas Eve/Hogmanay.
And despite all my best intentions I will be working the second of January. Louise came up to me to tell me that Sue was willing to work Boxing Day, but 'couldn't' work January 2nd because of her husband going off shore or some shite like that(even though they were her days to be in anyway) So basically what happened is: I felt guilty and caved. I'm trying not to think about it because when I do I just get pissed off. For the past two years I have worked on Boxing Day and the 2nd by myself because they were my days to work anyway. Did Sue offer to split with me so I wouldn't have to work both days? Did she fuck. I just keep reminding myself that I get paid double time. .
I know I haven't been very communicative of late. I haven't really been in the best frame of mind. I'm still not. It's no one
thing, it's a whole bunch of things. I could start going into it, but I'd be here all night. I'll save it for another time and another post.