The Saturday situation at Wyevale
Worked some more overtime at Wyevale on Saturday. It turns out that Saturdays are rather frantic, not only for reasons which are obvious, but also because we are short on staff. The garden centre's current policy is to employ Sixth Formers and school leavers on Saturday, but there are not many of them--and hence there is an employee shortage.
I felt much more at home in the company of people more or less my age. Jenny you already know (if you read Friday's post). Chloe (who I met on Friday) goes to the same school as Jenny, but is in the Upper Sixth and is studying things like Biology ... people who can survive Biology for two years in the Sixth Form are the Iron Men (and Ladies) of the British educational world. Most people in my year gave up after year one. Chris, the other Sixth Former, is in the same year as Chloe. They all know each other very well, but I didn't feel like an outsider: they're likeable, friendly people, and soon absorbed me into their group.
As Jenny was leaving at 3:30, instead of at six, she only had half an hour of lunch ... but as I was organising the breaks and lunches today, I made sure our breaks overlapped. We had lunch together in the staff room. It turns out that she is just as suspicious of horoscopes as I am, and we both laughed when it was revealed that, on the 4th of November, I would "have to make a life-changing decision regarding love, money and politics. You should watch your funds: although you think you're financially secure, disaster lurks around the corner!" (Words to that effect, anyway). Am I to believe that everyone under the star sign Gemini will have their lives turned upside down on Thursday? Of course, this prophecy may yet come to pass ... but somehow I doubt it.
Jenny also borrowed £3.50 from her till in the morning, to pay for something or other in the café, promising herself that she'd put it back later. Naturally she forgot. Chloe and I remembered this at about half past five, and I was about to offer to subsidise her till (we get in trouble if the records are off-balance at the end of the day), but at that moment one of the supervisers appeared and started to empty the cash out of Jenny's terminal. Too late! She'll have to explain next week.
The manager has asked me to work every Saturday from now on. I may not have liked that idea a couple of weeks ago, but now that I know I'll be working with friends, it's seeming more attractive. After all, these people only work on Saturdays, and I'd hate never to see them again. So we'll see how it goes.
Worked some more overtime at Wyevale on Saturday. It turns out that Saturdays are rather frantic, not only for reasons which are obvious, but also because we are short on staff. The garden centre's current policy is to employ Sixth Formers and school leavers on Saturday, but there are not many of them--and hence there is an employee shortage.
I felt much more at home in the company of people more or less my age. Jenny you already know (if you read Friday's post). Chloe (who I met on Friday) goes to the same school as Jenny, but is in the Upper Sixth and is studying things like Biology ... people who can survive Biology for two years in the Sixth Form are the Iron Men (and Ladies) of the British educational world. Most people in my year gave up after year one. Chris, the other Sixth Former, is in the same year as Chloe. They all know each other very well, but I didn't feel like an outsider: they're likeable, friendly people, and soon absorbed me into their group.
As Jenny was leaving at 3:30, instead of at six, she only had half an hour of lunch ... but as I was organising the breaks and lunches today, I made sure our breaks overlapped. We had lunch together in the staff room. It turns out that she is just as suspicious of horoscopes as I am, and we both laughed when it was revealed that, on the 4th of November, I would "have to make a life-changing decision regarding love, money and politics. You should watch your funds: although you think you're financially secure, disaster lurks around the corner!" (Words to that effect, anyway). Am I to believe that everyone under the star sign Gemini will have their lives turned upside down on Thursday? Of course, this prophecy may yet come to pass ... but somehow I doubt it.
Jenny also borrowed £3.50 from her till in the morning, to pay for something or other in the café, promising herself that she'd put it back later. Naturally she forgot. Chloe and I remembered this at about half past five, and I was about to offer to subsidise her till (we get in trouble if the records are off-balance at the end of the day), but at that moment one of the supervisers appeared and started to empty the cash out of Jenny's terminal. Too late! She'll have to explain next week.
The manager has asked me to work every Saturday from now on. I may not have liked that idea a couple of weeks ago, but now that I know I'll be working with friends, it's seeming more attractive. After all, these people only work on Saturdays, and I'd hate never to see them again. So we'll see how it goes.
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