hellzabeth: (>Konata: brain capacity overload)
So I kind of really hate Countryliner Bus service.

The bus ride to Nena's place and back is always expensive, but how can a double ticket cost more than two singles.... I only managed to puzzle that one out half way through the bus journey.

I turned up at Nena's and found it... sans Nena. I really need to get over my phone-phobia and just use the bloody thing to check if people are in... Her mum was there to let me in and I left the present on Nena's desk. I hope you like it... maybe we could not turn this into a Boston tea party and just have a regular tea party instead?

Anyway I went back to the bus station pretty soon after, content to wait the 10 minutes left until the next bus home.

And I waited.

And waited.

For two fucking hours.

By the time the (last) bus turned up at 6:05pm, it was -3C, dark, and there were eight other pissed off passengers waiting with me. I would pity the driver for being the target of our frostbitten rage were he not such a nonchalant bastard who didn't tell us anything about what had happened to the other busses.


From Y to Y isn't gonna cover this one.

/puts on Love is War [Anti Material Mix]
hellzabeth: (>Konata: Bored)
First I get up at arse-o'clock to go to Chichester after being held hostage to RP until 3am last night, all so I can have a 20 minute breakfast with Nena in a restaurant which admittedly does serve excellent pancakes, but has no heating.

But Nena is forgiven because she is a squish and clearly having a derp day. Omnomnom lipstick.

Then I finally get home (stupid irregular bus service) and relax for a few hours before my sister reveals that she's gotten changed into pajamas and "oh, now I can't take grandma's dog back home can you do it for me" even though she was asked to do that three hours ago. "Oh but I'm making dinner now." Well you weren't making dinner three hours ago you layabout little pretentious... so then I had to run the dog to grandma's at lightning speed because work started at 6 and it was like 5:30 when she told me argh.

And then I get to work and derp about with Holly (FOUR HUNDRED BABIES) for four hours before we discover there's a new locking mechanism on the door that nobody explained to us how it works so we nearly set the alarms off again before we figured it out.

And now I'm doing her shift for her, on top of my own, tomorrow. That's okay though, because it's her birthday tomorrow and she works too much anyway.

Which means I'll be working 2pm-10pm sob sob sob. Sorry Cande, I probably won't be able to chat with you. ;n;

Speaking of which it's my birthday in 4 days and I haven't thought of anything to do. 8D;; The day is free, so. Uh. Any ideas guys?
hellzabeth: (>Konata: meme? in my keywords?)
I'm so anal about these things idefk.

It's kind of annoying that all my old links to icons and suchlike will be just my default now, but oh well. At least it's all neat and categorised....

Went to Frankie and Benny's all the way up in Chichester today for the sake of some decent pancakes that Nena wanted. Forgot to wear a coat again and fuck did I ever regret it. A hoodie and a t-shirt is not enough to brave 2C with! >A< It wasn't fun at all, especially with the bitter wind, my god.

Oh well, warm now, been working on Monster Mash, all is well so far.
hellzabeth: (>Konata: ah well you see)
So at work today there was a really awful customer.

Which is weird, because most customers are quite polite if they're not drunk. But this lady, oh man. She's always caused trouble, been pushy and a bit frightening. Usually, I just serve her quietly and get on with it. But today, we were being observed by the area manager, which meant we had to do everything by the book.

See, she wanted to put money on her top up card. Which is totally fine, but then she asked to pay by credit card. Also fine, but we have to take the money off the credit card first, and then use the machine to get it on to the top up card, because if the credit card is for some reason declined, we can't undo the money we just put on the card. Basically, if we did it wrong, we could potentially lose the shop between £10 and £100. And with the area manager there, we couldn't exactly do it any differently, and so I told her.

She said to me "No, you put the money on my card first, and then I'll pay you, got it?"

I tried to explain to her that I couldn't, that the regulations said we had to do it the other way around.

"What? But I always get it in here the other way around. Are you trying to say I'd steal it?"

I quickly said no, I would never accuse her of that, but it was company rules and I couldn't change them. So she demanded to see the manager. I called out Phil, since he was duty manager, and he told her exactly the same thing.

She stormed off in a huff, and we thought that was the last we saw of her. But then, while Phil was serving another customer, she came back, and started yelling at him.

The lady Phil was half-way done serving was understandably miffed that this woman had 1: Jumped the whole queue and 2: made it harder for her to get her shopping done. She politely asked her to wait five minutes until she was done. The difficult customer told her in no uncertain terms where to shove it. Clearly shocked, the half-served customer asked her who on earth she thought she was, speaking to a stranger like that, and the argument escalated.

Thankfully, the politer woman's husband took her out of the shop before it could escalate beyond a slap fight, but the difficult customer stayed, and continued to yell at Phil. But Phil works as a doorman, and was complete with battle scars from the pub he'd worked the night before, and wasn't taking any shit from her, just calmly repeating and trying to make her understand why we couldn't serve her that way round.

She demanded to have the head office phone number. Which he gave her, along with a complaint form.

And so, she left for good, saying that this wasn't the last we'd see of her. As soon as she was out the door, Phil's response basically amounted to "lol bye bitch" and he went back to dragging stock.

I, however, was a little more shaken. I mean, I'd never seen two grown women (the difficult woman was in her early 30s, the polite one in her late 50s) actually go at it in such a way, complete with name calling and such. Besides which Ms Prissy is a regular customer (though Phil says she won't be back in here on his watch) so there's a chance I'll have to deal with her shit again.

Urgh, idk, growing up in an area of town where there is maybe like one crime every month... has probably made me soft to a lot of these kinds of incidents.

What really kind of narked me though, was that she flaunted that she had cash. Cash. If she'd paid by cash, I could have put the money on the card first, and then taken her cash, just in the order she liked it. But no. Nooooo. She wanted it exactly her way.

Blugh. Day = suck.

Me = playing on Sims.

PS: Went and saw Deathly Hallows, cried at Dobby, which made me feel a little better.
hellzabeth: (>Konata: meme? in my keywords?)
1. You can only say Innocent or Guilty for each question.

2. You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks! (So if you want an explanation, ask!)

3. You must be honest!

Yanked from [livejournal.com profile] nenamoo

Bluh bluh stupid stupid dumb. )
hellzabeth: (>Konata: X3)
And suddenly it's 5C and I can see my breath and I forgot to leave the house with a coat on when Nena dragged me out. Fffffuuuuu--

On the other hand, Cande and I got to write epic fight scenes tonight in For There Is Nothing Lost, and that was fun if now bawwww worthy because ;A; poor England... and the Winter court are rather unsympathetic people. Cold shoulder and all that.

I swear to god as soon as I finish this post I am going to go write FT because this is getting silly, I've been putting it off long enough, this thing needs to end B|

And then after that I can focus on Monster Mash and FTINL and maybe do some more to Centre of the World because Nena has been giving me scary looks... and speaking of scary, Nena, we should finish more of Yours. Aside from that one scene we did where we were clearly both having bad days because that was brutal >>;;

So many projects on the go, so little time.

And in the end, I gave up on NaNo. There's just too much stuff going on, I can write for billy-o but it won't go anywhere. >>;; Oh well, maybe next year?

Oh! And I shall also mention that I am currently babysitting the most adorable little 1 year old in the whole world ;A; the babydere is off the charts.


Nov. 7th, 2010 06:43 pm
hellzabeth: (Tulio: fml.)
I know I've not been posting much but fics recently. That's mostly because I'm more active on plurk now. My page isn't privated so you can stalk me if you like, it's mostly just rambling about things.

Family Ties is coming to an end and I'm trying to wrap up all the loose ends. It'll probably be done by chapter 100 or somewhere in that area. Monster Mash is kind of flourishing in my head, plot points popping up everywhere. For a halloween!horror!AU it's giving me a lot more enjoyment that I thought it would.

Work sucked today. I mean, it was busy as usual, but then Cam, Imi and Yaz came in. And instantly the awkward started. I'm not sure if they knew whether I was still working there or not. I really hope not, because if they just came in to make me feel awful... that would be kind of nothing like what I thought I knew of them. I thought we ended on okay terms. Yaz and I just kind of drifted apart. Imi went to Hull and it was difficult to keep in contact so we fell out of touch. Cam... we've been on a rocky road for a while before hand but after exams we just didn't really talk.

I tried to apologise.... I dunno what for, missing his birthday, ending it with a whimper and not a bang like he maybe would have wanted... but then I had customers and had to get back behind the till. When they came and bought their stuff, they didn't say a word, but as they walked out of the door, they burst into laughter.

And I burst into tears.

Maybe I'm just hormonal. Or something like that. But they were laughing all around the shop too and went dead silent after I talked to them, and then laughed after they left... it just felt like they were laughing at me, in my pathetic little job all alone without them.

But it's probably just my paranoia...


I hope.


Sep. 25th, 2010 03:32 am
hellzabeth: (>Konata: Cry)

It is 3:30am.

I have work in precisely 3 hours.

I can't sleep at all because I overslept until 2pm this morning/afternoon.

Fuck, what is my body clock. This is an insane sleeping pattern and I have shit to do tomorrow.

Crap crap crap what do I do. I could pull an all nighter but then by 10am I'd be tired and have to go to sleep, and then at 3pm I have to go see my sister's performance, and then at 6 I have to go back to work again because Kirsty got fucking fired for being a stupid bint and forgetting she had a fucking job aaaaaarrrgggh.

I am so frustrated I can't even.

I'm not even tired.

Well fuck.

Jun. 11th, 2010 06:38 pm
I'm grounded.

With no computer for at least 3 days.

Fuck my life.

Gorey details under here. )

Family Ties is officially on Hiatus for the next two weeks.
hellzabeth: (Bored.)
Aaaaaaaahhhh I'm so nervous and I'm nearly never nervous about exams. But the fact that James didn't teach us half the stuff we were meant to know and we had to go to other teachers for it is probably enough to justify how pissed scared I am.

Like last year, he didn't teach us an entire topic, a topic which came up in the exam. Luckily it was one of those "you can do this question OR this question" ones, but seriously, we missed out completely "God Vs Science".

This time we never finished "Religious Language" and "Symbols in Religion", so I'm hoping and praying the questions that come up in the paper are to do with "Miracles" or "Religious Experiences" or "Life After Death" or "Ethics and God". Or something. Idk.

That said, I'm set for History of Judaism.

Thanks Hetalia. <3

*high fives Diaspora*

I'm going to be glad to be rid of this subject.
hellzabeth: (=A=)
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We're kind of weird in England in that, unlike all the other popular and "big" countries in the world, we never needed to declare independence because more often than not we were off enslaving adding to the harem rapidly and brutally colonising conquering other countries.

We have St George's day which is an understated affair. >> To put it mildly. Most people don't notice it exists.

Though Nena is going to drag me across the channel to the continent to see France's Bastille Day, which should be fun and laughs. WORLD'S BIGGEST PICNIC 8DDDD And the Eiffel Tower, ohohohon.

Oh yeah, and a little rant coming your way, flist. Move on if you are uninterested in my personal life.~

tl;dr, I hate bureaucracy. )


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