Just one of those days..

**warning - big ranty post**

Today was the checkout day from hell! I think the checkout gods were having a bad day, and decided to take it out on me...

It started badly...I had my least favoured shift (1.30 to 10.30). I was running late as it was, my make-up didn't look right, my eyebrows needed doing, and there was a speck on my trousers.

It was crazy busy from the moment I got in, too busy to even get my till OCD in check (my notes were all over the place...and don't even get me started on the card slips!)

I didn't get my break until 6pm, by which time the deli was closed so I couldn't get the lunch I had been dreaming about since about 3pm. Sigh. 

My boss was aggravating me by being there. Her presence is enough to annoy me. She casts a negative air over the whole place. When she leaves, it's like a cloud has lifted and everyone is far more relaxed and happier in general. 

I also had the most annoying customer EVER. She spilled something on her shoe, and expected me to drop everything and run around looking for something to clean it up. So I left my (very busy) till and finally found her something, and then she has the cheek to expect me to clean her shoe! Eh..get the boat missus!

So, back I potter to my till, only to have her Royal Moaniness pull up beside me. And tell me that she has to go out to get her purse. Now...maybe it's just me, but doesn't logic usually state that you BRING YOUR PURSE WITH YOU when you go shopping?! So she struts (or whatever the old person equivalent is) off, and comes back about 10 minutes later.

Pushes her trolley way too far, and then moans about how deep it is, and she can't reach her stuff, and is there 'not anyone around who can help get the stuff out'..

At this point, I'm about ready to snap, so I just tell her that there's no-one on the floor and that she'll have to just go around the other side of the trolley and bend over herself (thankfully my boss wasn't around to hear that!). Anyway..another of the customers helped her, and she eventually has her shopping done and paid for! (At this point, I'm about to commit granny murder)

So, I of course, offer to help her pack. To which she responds by sniffing at me, and saying in a long suffering voice 'it's ok, I'll try my best to do it'. So I let her. And she then asks my supervisor (who is pregnant) to lift her bag into her trolley. Eh, request denied! So I ended up doing it anyway. Even though she had originally declined. 

She infuriated me! 

So, I got my break finally, and came back in a MUCH better mood! Only to ruin it for myself by...eh..well...falling off my chair!

I somehow managed to pull it towards me, and then push it as I went to sit down. So wheelie chair rolls off towards the window, and I land on my backside on the floor, legs in the air. Mortified isn't even the word. My cheeks were burning, and I can only imagine how red I was. To add insult to injury, I then had to retrieve the rogue chair. And yes, I did it in front of a queue of people. And yes, they tried not to laugh. But yes...they laughed. Bastids! 

THEN we ran out of bags. Not a one in the shop like! AND then our systems crashed. Bye bye credit / debit cards / gift cards / coupons, hello highly irate customer! (our atm was also down)

It really was just one of those days where you feel like saying 'fuck it all' and breaking down into hysterical tears and running out never to return again. 

But to end on a high! I'm going to the cinema on tuesday with my group of new friends....and C.K. will be there! Huge smiliness all around! 

Blog for blog's sake..

I'm not even in the right mood for blogging right now, but I'm very aware that it's a few days since my last one, and it's starting to get a slight air of neglect around it!

There's very little happening in work at the moment, which can only be a good thing! No news being good news and the like! I have four days off this week, due to my boss fucking up spectacularly! (big shocker there!)..VERY happy about it at the moment...this time next week, when I'm about to get paid and I've lost 2 days worth of wages may be a different story though! 

On a more personal level...I'm finally making some solid friends in the place! A girl who I've known, and known of since I was around 7 works there, and we re-kindled the friendship we almost used to have! It's early days, but I think I've made a firm friend in her. So big smiles and happiness all round!

Also, change has happened between me and C.K...where before there was awkwardness and not knowing what to say to each other, as of today it would seem, that's just gone! We were joking and messing with each other, and just being dossers! Today was actually one of the funnest (funnest? most fun?? someone correct me please!!) days I've had in a long time! A lot of the people who know me well will know that I've been feeling really down lately, mostly to do with work and my boss, but I'm really on the up now! 

I also got my official training today...it almost seems like I'm a permanent fixture! Which makes me happier than it should...so woo!

That's about it really. I have very little else to say! Ciao! x 

On the brink of insanity...

So, today was the start of my second month in hell! I'm in a mixed up state of mind right now, so if this post doesn't make a lot of sense, that's the reason! 

Days are just blending into one another at the moment, it's the same thing, day in, day out. Get up, get ready for work, spend 9 hours trying not to lose to plot and start screaming at yet another ignorant person who just about brings themselves to grunt in my general direction, being sniped at by my boss, and then coming home, going to bed and waking up the next day just to repeat the same crap again. 

They say all work and no play made Jack a dull boy...well...all work and no play is making shop girl a deranged, over-emotional wreck! 

I've developed 'till OCD'...umm..I'll explain. My notes in my till MUST face the same direction, silver strips all in the same place...and all notes must be pushed to the back of the till. Credit card slips must all be in a neat stack, signed ones together, pin ones together, and not mixing. Coupons must be sorted into type, and they also have their own section. I'm not happy unless this is how my till is! 

I'm a clean freak too...I'm not happy unless you can smell the cleaning stuff as you walk past my till. (ME..of all people like?!)

As I've said before, this job is seriously getting in the way of my social life (my liver doesn't know how to process liquid that doesn't contain alcohol...it's terribly confused right now!)..so, to remedy this, I thought I'd ask for next weekend off, maybe do something! Easy, right? Right? Wrong! My evil BITCH of a boss wouldn't give it to me. 

Before it's said..no, I'm not just throwing a tantrum because I'm not getting my own way...

I went to work on Saturday, and asked for the roster for this week...and was informed, by my boss, that it had been up, but she'd had to change it to give people time off. Pointedly. I jump to the natural conclusion that I've been given the time off, but that it hassled her, so to be grateful. Off skips me to the roster...find my name (I'm actually ON it this time)...only to find that the sly witch has put me down for every hour she can at the weekend. 

I'm so ridiculously pissed off...I work every shit hour she throws at me, working the late lates, the long shifts, all because y'know, I like to be obliging, and if I don't do it, someone else has to. I do this...and then people come in, newer than me, and pick and choose their shifts. Sound unfair to anyone else??? 

I'm too annoyed to even think of anything else...I'm going to go before I annoy myself even more! 

So today..

Marks my first month in my job...umm...yay?

Just my luck..

Food poisoning! On my day off work! I had planned to spend my day relaxing and enjoying not being in work...not with my head down a toilet (nice visual for you there!)

Me is not happy! :(

Manners don't cost a thing!

Bad manners...it's one of those things that really pisses me off! So much so that it'll put me in a bad mood for the day...

Growing up, good manners were drilled into me on a daily basis, so 'please' and 'thank you' became an automatic response to things. It seriously does not cost a thing, and it only takes a second to do. Not using good manners, in my opinion, is just downright ignorant!

It's also something I have to deal with on a daily basis. Working where I do, with the people I work with, and the customers I face every day, bad manners is a constant occurance. I'm sick to death of being grunted at when someone wants something. Does it really take that much effort to form a full bloody sentence, ending in 'please' or 'thank you'?!?!?!? Grrrrr!!!

My boss is just as bad! There was a whole debacle today over my roster. As in..I wasn't on it! Now, I've been there over 3 weeks now..it's safe to say they know I'm there! My fuckwit of a boss just forgot about me! 

I was fully prepared to let it slide, let it go...after all, we're all human and all make mistakes. So, despite bitching with my co-workers all day about it (somehow they all knew about it without me telling them...slow news week??), I really wasn't all that bothered by it! 

I went into work today (after finally being told my hours), fully expecting, and rightly so, in my opinion, an apology and an explanation. 

Instead, I got NOTHING! It wasn't even mentioned! I was (and still am) absolutely disgusted. So I have decided my boss is nothing but an ignorant fuckwit and have no time for her.

Rant over! 

Blame it on the weatherman...

Or if you can't find the weatherman, blame it on the next best person...the innocent checkout queen who's just trying to get through the day before collapsing somewhere and dying of baby guiness and vodka induced agony...

You can't win...if it's too warm, people moan at you. 'God you'd be shweatin..it's terrible warm in here isn't it!' *glare*

If it's too cold 'God'n it's awful cold in here, is there no heating??' *glare*

And if, heaven forbid, it should rain torrentially and flood the best part of dublin...

Chaos ensued in the reeking, putrid, mangy pit of death (aka tesco) today when storms fucked up our systems and wouldn't let us give out phone top ups, or accept credit / debit cards. No supervisors, I had no change in my till, and I was the only till open, which meant I got all the scorpy fuckers at me as well...shambles! 

PLUS neither C.K. or Eye-Candy was there, so I was thoroughly bored...

Next week marks my 4th week there, making it the longest job I've ever had...should I take a bow now or wait and see if I can stick it for the month?? 

Baby guiness is not your friend!

Evil, vile, putrid liquid of sin! That is all!! 

Here comes the bride...

Traditionally, at a wedding, the bride is supposed to be late. Well, yesterday, me and various members of my father's side of the family broke this tradition, by being half an hour late! Oops...

As weddings go, this one was lovely. Despite being in a church (vile, evil places of sin!) The bride was stunning, the groom was...well..he had a lovely suit! The choir were fantastic, albeit a bit fond of the aul westlife! We were serenaded with Flying Without Wings, The Rose, You Raise Me Up...sensing a pattern here? They were amazing though, I had goosebumps from start to finish! 

We then waited outside for the wedding pictures to be taken by the arsehole of a photographer. I was heard to gripe 'who's fucking wedding is it anyway?' numerous times! I could think of far better things he could be doing with his camera (but I'm too much of a lady to say that!!)

On to the hotel, which was many many miles away, down the Naas road, and into...emm..some hotel that I can't remember the name of! We were left to stew in some room upstairs for about 3 hours before dinner was served. In the course of which a woman got stung by one of the many wasps buzzing around, and we were regaled by a magician who looked like a Status Quo reject! 

Then on to dinner! We were shoved at a table down the back, shunned! We were encouraged to drink far too much (there were little teeny buckets on the table with Lifeline and Solphadene in them) and to gamble (bets on how long the speeches would go on for!)

The food was...well..less than impressive! It didn't help that I was sitting beside my auntie the chef, (Iceberg lettuce in a Caesar salad!! The soup needs cream!!)..

When that was all finished, the fun began!! On to the speeches! Yours truly had a bet on 45 mins, stopwatches were started, and off they went! First, father of the bride...a grand total of less than a minute...and it snowballed from there. 19 minutes in total! A shambles!!!

At this stage, I'm fairly well on and everything is hilarious! There are rumours of an ABBA tribute band...and 2 hours later, when the band finally started...no ABBA!! 60's music!! I danced, I sat, I drank, I danced, I sat, I drank...

Fun times had by all! 

First ever ever post!!

Oooh! Hello all! This, as you've probably gathered from the title, is my first ever ever post (ever!!) I am a blog virgin, so be gentle!!

This blog is basically gonna be a lot of ranting, raving and possibly sometimes actual posts about my daily life, with work, friends, eh...love life (what's that again!?) and the like! I don't have time to make a proper post at the moment, as I'm running late for getting ready for work (so what else is new??) but I'll pop in later to regale with my tales of wonder and woe from the checkout!