Less than a week until Christmas!
The garden centre has now sold out of christmas trees. Despite this, someone approached my till yesterday and said "Will you be getting any more Christmas trees in after Christmas?" Holding back the obvious answer (ie. that the customer was a silly bugger), I said, in all sincerity, "I'll just go and check for you." Guess what?--the answer was a most definite "no".
I'd expected to be working more days next week, as the weekday regulars are all off on their holidays. The weekend staff (eg. Frances, Chloe, Jenni, Chris etc.) are all being press-ganged into working for pretty much the whole week. Since they're used to working Saturdays or Sundays only, the experience should be an interesting one. With me, however, I am apparently classed as a "weekday regular", as I work Tuesdays and Fridays as well as the weekends. They tried to give me Friday off! So surprised was I at the perverted logic of this (ie. that they ask me to work when I can't, but give me days off when I don't mind working), that I had agreed to working on Christmas Eve before I knew what I was doing. Yesterday I rectified that by suggesting that I work today instead of Friday, plus the usual Tuesday. Surprisingly, the supervisor (Dan, who's actually younger than me) agreed. If Steve Hilling had been there, slave-driver that he is, I expect I would have been working all week, right there alongside the others.
This is all for the best. I will now have a holiday stretching from Wednesday through to the next Monday. As an added plus point, Frances was in today, and will be back again on Tuesday, and having her around asking for help all the time makes me feel important. :-)
There's an interesting Christmas card situation at work. Somebody has put an old basket in the break room, and stacks of named envelopes mysteriously appear there every morning. I've already picked out four or five addressed to me. Inexplicably, most of them are signed by people I don't know (who the hell is "Mo", for example? Am I supposed to know you??) I will add my contribution tomorrow. Since I don't have the spare time to do cards for everyone I know, I am limiting it to just five: Frances, Chloe, Jenni, Emily, and Dan, the supervisor who seems to have at least some common sense ... and who, incidentally, has been known to make up excuses for people if they can't turn up on a particular day. I hope he will take the hint and be sympathetic if I decide to be "ill" sometime in the future.
The garden centre has now sold out of christmas trees. Despite this, someone approached my till yesterday and said "Will you be getting any more Christmas trees in after Christmas?" Holding back the obvious answer (ie. that the customer was a silly bugger), I said, in all sincerity, "I'll just go and check for you." Guess what?--the answer was a most definite "no".
I'd expected to be working more days next week, as the weekday regulars are all off on their holidays. The weekend staff (eg. Frances, Chloe, Jenni, Chris etc.) are all being press-ganged into working for pretty much the whole week. Since they're used to working Saturdays or Sundays only, the experience should be an interesting one. With me, however, I am apparently classed as a "weekday regular", as I work Tuesdays and Fridays as well as the weekends. They tried to give me Friday off! So surprised was I at the perverted logic of this (ie. that they ask me to work when I can't, but give me days off when I don't mind working), that I had agreed to working on Christmas Eve before I knew what I was doing. Yesterday I rectified that by suggesting that I work today instead of Friday, plus the usual Tuesday. Surprisingly, the supervisor (Dan, who's actually younger than me) agreed. If Steve Hilling had been there, slave-driver that he is, I expect I would have been working all week, right there alongside the others.
This is all for the best. I will now have a holiday stretching from Wednesday through to the next Monday. As an added plus point, Frances was in today, and will be back again on Tuesday, and having her around asking for help all the time makes me feel important. :-)
There's an interesting Christmas card situation at work. Somebody has put an old basket in the break room, and stacks of named envelopes mysteriously appear there every morning. I've already picked out four or five addressed to me. Inexplicably, most of them are signed by people I don't know (who the hell is "Mo", for example? Am I supposed to know you??) I will add my contribution tomorrow. Since I don't have the spare time to do cards for everyone I know, I am limiting it to just five: Frances, Chloe, Jenni, Emily, and Dan, the supervisor who seems to have at least some common sense ... and who, incidentally, has been known to make up excuses for people if they can't turn up on a particular day. I hope he will take the hint and be sympathetic if I decide to be "ill" sometime in the future.
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