hellzabeth

....

well after all that DDoS debacle.

MEME

( ganked from Sarah who ganked it from Nena. )

So in other news the shop where I work at had a window smashed in last night at about 1am. It was closed for all of today. Idk when we'll be open again, I really need to check. But seriously, I've said to Amanda before that the crime rate's been getting worse and worse recently, ever since after the snow.

Ah well, time to hit the hay.

So I was at work today, doin' my usual thing, when these two little girls come in. They had to be about 8-9 and they were soaking wet from the rain despite having their brollies. They spent about 10 minutes wandering around the shop, until I went up and asked what they were looking for. They asked where the cake and baking stuff was, so I took them there. A lot of it is on the top shelf, so I helped them get the brownie mixture down, and let them off the 10p short they were for it.

"Wow, it makes 16 brownies!" said one of the girls. "We'll never eat all that!"

"I'll take one off your hands for you." I laughed. I make this kind of joke all the time with customers who say they're buying too much.

The girls suddenly grin at me. "Okay! We'll bring you one!"

"Hey hey, I was joking, you don't have to do that." I said back, feeling a bit silly now. They were only little kids, I felt bad asking for one of their brownies. "I'm only here til 6 anyway, I'll probably be home when you're done."

"I'll bring you one anyway!" the girl insisted. "Bye!"

So I went back to work and forgot about it, assuming I'd never see hide nor hair of them again.

5:30pm, and the door opened. It was one of the girls, holding a little white bag. "I brought you one! It's nice and fresh."

I could have cried, it was so nice of her. After all the moody looks, the rude customers, the thieving teenagers, this one little girl made me feel appreciated and happy to work where I do. It's possibly the sweetest thing I've ever had a stranger do for me. ;u; I grinned like an idiot for the rest of the shift. And even though the edges were a little burned, it was the best brownie I've ever eaten.

This story may be too long to fit on GivesMeHope.com

Work was busy. 30 customers lining up outside before we'd even opened the doors. Why do you people need newspapers that badly why.

Wicked was awesome. Seriously, I cried at the end. New favourite musical y/y. *downloads soundtrack like a boss*

I am super tired. I'm going to sleep. 4 hours last night. Maximum 12 hours tonight.

Ciao y'all.

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?

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.

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.

Blarg, worked 6am-10am this morning, now going to go back and work 6pm-10pm this evening. What is my life. orz;;

( Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better )

So I pulled an all nighter, considering that I was running on EST instead of GMT by complete accident, and figured that I'd turn up for work running on the idea that it'd be something like 10pm in the evening, as far as my sleep pattern knew.

I walk to work in the really chilly air, and what do I find?

Nothing, that's what I find.

The shop is dark and locked up. I find Amanda, poor stressed, tired looking Amanda, sitting on a pile of cardboard boxes in her PJs and a hoodie.

"What the heck?" I ask, squinting through the dark.

"No power." she says miserably. "The electricity is gone."

I find this odd, since I was only a few moments previously in my own room talking to

lovelylurker on my laptop with no such power problems.

"I phoned the company, they said it was a wire underground, one that controls this shop, the house above it, and the leisure centre next door. None of us three have power." she sighs. "Also we have four hours until the fridge is no longer a fridge but a cupboard, and three hours until we can no longer sell the meat. I've been here since 3am trying to fix it."

"Bugger." I say. "This is really gonna blow isn't it."

At that moment, with a screech of tires Craig appears around the corner in his little car. He jumps out, seemingly aware that he's late, and sees us two staring at him. "Uh, what?"

We explain to him the situation.

"Bugger." he says, lighting up a ciggie for us all to passively kill ourselves on. "Shall I go get something from Greggs?"

In the end we traded turns at talking with the electricity guys, telling customers to sod off (at least until I got tired of being yelled at and put up a sign, listening to the varying levels of irritation that can be put into the single syllable "oh") and reading the newspapers that we couldn't sell.

Now I'm going to bed because bugger this world I am tiiiiired.

Fuuuuck.

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.

( Day 14 – What you wore today )

So I'm sitting having my break. Eating a yogurt with reckless abandon when I realise that I fancy a cup of tea. I turn the kettle on, pour the hot water into the mug with the tea bag, press it against the side and throw the bag in the bin, add two sugars and then...

... and then...

( Dun dun duuuun! )

( Day 12 – What’s in your bag )

( Day 13 – This week )

So it was 10 minutes from the end of work, when this girl knocks on my till to get my attention from where I'd been putting away the ciggies.

"Hi, can I help?" I ask brightly.

"I'll have a 12 please."

Our lotto cards are numbered from 1-12, and the 12's the cheapest at £1. I nab it out of the dispenser and scan it.

The girl's looking about nervously, but I give her a scrutinising look and decide she seems the type who'd snap at me if I asked what's wrong. "That's a pound please."

So she gives me a pound.

Walks out the shop.

And comes back with a lady from shopwatch.

"You have just sold a restricted item to an under 16 year old."

I broke down in tears.

Fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life.

Work was a total nightmare today. =_____= So busy and with so many grumpy people. It was sunny, you have no excuse to be grumpy when the sun is out and you can actually see blue in the sky!

orz

I'm glad I have a day off tomorrow. I am going to SLOB. And maybe write some fic.

Anyway meme.

( Day 04 – What you ate today )

I woke up at it was already 10:30 when my shift was meant to start at 10. Luckily my boss didn't tell me off too badly since I've been doing her so many favors but I did have to clean out the ciggies tray (though I get the feeling she would have made me do it anyway haha). Still, got away pretty clean in the end, so go me \o/

Anyway meme.

( Day 02 – Your first love )

Okay, I'm sure you're all aware of how insane my workplace is, flist.

( Story under here. )

Yeah.

/goes to write FT

Let me tell you a little story about my day at work.

( Cut to save your flists. )

I have come to realise today that the place where I work is insane. Either there is something in the air, or maybe in the water, or maybe it's the long hours for little pay and the unforgiving, unrelenting waves of customer after unreasonable customer. Either way, each of us has developed some kind of tic or is mad in some way.

My boss, Amanda, for example. At any point in a conversation or even a sentence, she will randomly start speaking in a Jamaican accent. Today, she barked at me. And everyone else. This is not the first time.

Craig, the deputy manager, headbangs to music nobody else can hear, and looks confused when you ask him why.

Slainey will come around corners with the stock trolley faster than any person should, usually while riding the bloody thing.

Stuart named the stapler. Her name is Beatrice.*

Phil, the baker, spent a long time in a grump because someone threw away his old oven mitt (called Barry). It had a hole in it. He was displeased regardless. Ali, our newer baker, tried to comfort him, to little success.**

Alex will babble to himself and others in Romanian until he remembers we are in England and nobody speaks that language. And nor does he.

Dave will pull plastic bags off the rack and open them, going through until they're all gone, and then make a pile.

Glenys must always be on till 02. She just doesn't go on till 01. Ever. You don't want to force her to do it.

And in the midst of all this, I thought I was an island of sanity, until I caught myself trying to marry a pair of pliers called Fred to Beatrice the stapler.

I've officially lost my mind.

I didn't stop laughing for a whole ten minutes. Stuart simply shrugged at the customers. Then Slainey nearly bowled someone over with a trolley and my hysterics were forgotten.

* This is a common trait, naming things. Slainey's trolly is called Trevor.

** This is because Ali is an innocent and pure snowflake and Phil, Stuart and I have decided that in another life she was a puppy. She must be protected from the crazy.

Inside of my ear is inflamed.

Cannot hear out of left side.

Itches like a motherfucker and I can't do shit about it.

Have work in 5 hours.

Need sleep.

Can't.

FML.

Dear god.

I'm glad I didn't watch.

Earned a few extra bob instead working overtime.

/writes rest of FT

Profile

hellzabeth

July 2020

S	M	T	W	T	F	S
			1	2	3	4
5	6	7	8	9	10	11
12	13	14	15	16	17	18
19	20	21	22	23	24	25
26	27	28	29	30	31

Syndicate

Page Summary

Style Credit

Style: Descending for Paletteable by branchandroot
Resources: Blue Jupiter

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags

Page generated Jul. 5th, 2025 01:02 am

Entries tagged with work

tumbleweed

Proof that the world does, in fact, have good people in it.

/collapses

The things I do for you people.

Blah blah depressing blah.

Urgh.

So a friend got me this cute little sake dish from Japan but that doesn't change how jealous I am >|

Well that was a collossal waste of time.

Goddamnit.

Ho hum.

Goddamnit.

bluh bluh huge dork

Fuck my life.

Blaaaarg

Was late for work this morning gaaaaah.

Hahaha wow.

Wow my net is mega sloooooow today.

Ah, this makes a twisted kind of sense really.

Ow.

4-1. Wow.