Loneliness
I worked my ass off the weekend that my parents left. It was Easter weekend and the following Monday was a bank holiday. But I was called to work (on a bloody boring shift, mind you) even on a 'bank holiday'.
When I got paid on Friday, the first thing I did with my pay was go to Grainger Market to get an apron for myself for work. The trousers that I work in are nice trousers and they're my own and I don't like ruining them with sauces that leak out because of my manhandling of the squeezers, so an apron was long due. I got a plain black one for like £4.
After that I went to Eldon Square Mall to blow some money away on clothes. Topman (how's that for a covert homosexual name?) had a sale so I went there first, even though I'd planned to get something from Officers' Club. I got a nice tee (size XS, to show off my non-existent biceps) and a pair of bootcut jeans. I felt like one of those metrosexual guys on TV who go around shopping for clothes all the time, looking pretty.
Finally I went to Primark to get that military camouflage hoodie that I had my eye on for like a week. I got that in small as well.
Saturday night's shift was quite ugly. I worked from 18:00 to 04.30 (05.15 to be honest). In the first two hours, some guy brought in four really rough-looking people and bought five sandwiches. Later, my coworker who'd had a chat with the fellow, told me that the four people he bought sandwiches for were homeless and the bloke himself was visiting from Leeds. Bless him, there's a serious shortage of people like him in this world and I'm quite guilty of ignoring homeless people myself.
Compare that with the bitch who walked in around 03:00, ordered two subs and stood at the till for ages searching for coins to pay for her sandwiches with. When I got visibly annoyed (because I was working at the till), her friend whispered to her, "He's getting irritated."
It pissed her off that I was getting irritated, so she deliberately took longer to find her coins. I turned to my coworker and said loudly, "I think I'll just cancel her order and take the next one's payment," just to piss her off and he replied back, "Yeah, I think that's the right thing to do." And I did as I said. She got quite annoyed and started yelling. I yelled back and told her that there's a huge queue behind her. She asked for my name, which I gave her. As if she's gonna report me! She threw money at me and told me to keep the change (quite a big amount) for being rude, but I just gave the change back to her.
Not much has happened since then. I got a train ticket to London, leaving Newcastle like an hour after my finals finish. I might get to meet the lad I'm flirting back and forth with right now :)
When I got paid on Friday, the first thing I did with my pay was go to Grainger Market to get an apron for myself for work. The trousers that I work in are nice trousers and they're my own and I don't like ruining them with sauces that leak out because of my manhandling of the squeezers, so an apron was long due. I got a plain black one for like £4.
After that I went to Eldon Square Mall to blow some money away on clothes. Topman (how's that for a covert homosexual name?) had a sale so I went there first, even though I'd planned to get something from Officers' Club. I got a nice tee (size XS, to show off my non-existent biceps) and a pair of bootcut jeans. I felt like one of those metrosexual guys on TV who go around shopping for clothes all the time, looking pretty.
Finally I went to Primark to get that military camouflage hoodie that I had my eye on for like a week. I got that in small as well.
Saturday night's shift was quite ugly. I worked from 18:00 to 04.30 (05.15 to be honest). In the first two hours, some guy brought in four really rough-looking people and bought five sandwiches. Later, my coworker who'd had a chat with the fellow, told me that the four people he bought sandwiches for were homeless and the bloke himself was visiting from Leeds. Bless him, there's a serious shortage of people like him in this world and I'm quite guilty of ignoring homeless people myself.
Compare that with the bitch who walked in around 03:00, ordered two subs and stood at the till for ages searching for coins to pay for her sandwiches with. When I got visibly annoyed (because I was working at the till), her friend whispered to her, "He's getting irritated."
It pissed her off that I was getting irritated, so she deliberately took longer to find her coins. I turned to my coworker and said loudly, "I think I'll just cancel her order and take the next one's payment," just to piss her off and he replied back, "Yeah, I think that's the right thing to do." And I did as I said. She got quite annoyed and started yelling. I yelled back and told her that there's a huge queue behind her. She asked for my name, which I gave her. As if she's gonna report me! She threw money at me and told me to keep the change (quite a big amount) for being rude, but I just gave the change back to her.
Not much has happened since then. I got a train ticket to London, leaving Newcastle like an hour after my finals finish. I might get to meet the lad I'm flirting back and forth with right now :)