tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142953169940724546.post6376179645058795452..comments2023-09-21T11:50:00.799+01:00Comments on The Daily Daydreamer: Just one of those days..Daily Daydreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077806715331003557noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142953169940724546.post-39108945196409973682008-09-07T14:45:00.000+01:002008-09-07T14:45:00.000+01:00@ Maxi..I'm glad my bitterness brings joy to peopl...@ Maxi..I'm glad my bitterness brings joy to people!Daily Daydreamerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13077806715331003557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142953169940724546.post-11006102804502574392008-09-07T14:00:00.000+01:002008-09-07T14:00:00.000+01:00I work at a checkout. I'm the one who has to pack ...I work at a checkout. I'm the one who has to pack that old ladies bags, and listen to her moan at me as I do it. I'm the one who has to listen to deal with the complaints that there's never enough staff on, who expect me to trail around the shop looking for something that they couldn't find, and then listen to them complaining that they've been waiting for so long. I'm the one who gets grunted at by every fucker who happens by my till for bags (no..not THAT one, the stronger one...oh..you don't have any. FFS), or moaned at because *heaven forbid* we don't have exactly what they're looking for. <BR/><BR/>Because of course, as the checkout girl, I know all and everything about what happens in the hell hole I work for! <BR/><BR/>Hmmm...that was an unintentional rant..Daily Daydreamerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13077806715331003557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142953169940724546.post-56444757109062520612008-09-07T02:53:00.000+01:002008-09-07T02:53:00.000+01:00You think that's bad?!I'll give you one:You've bee...You think that's bad?!<BR/><BR/>I'll give you one:<BR/>You've been given the task of single-handedly carrying f*cking barbeques up a staircase for a one hour shift that you had to do a 40 minute walk into and out from. <BR/>The delivery man winds up being an hour late, unpaid overtime but you've to do it or you'll get equally crap hours next week.<BR/>Midway through carrying one barbeque, some bitch at the checkout starts calling your name repeatedly.<BR/>When you get down you're told you've to pack some old woman's milk and break into a small bag.<BR/>The old woman realises she left her handbag in the car and walks VERY slowly to get it. <BR/>She says she's no distance away, so you've to wait at the checkout for her to return.<BR/>When she returns several days later, she orders you to carry out her bag.<BR/>You've to walk at her snail-like pace til you reach her car the far side of town where there's free parking.<BR/>She then says you've crushed her bread and drives off.<BR/>You've been delayed for so long that the shop has reached closing time, the person who was given the job of locking up is raging that you've taken so long... but won't help at all.<BR/>You walk for 40 minutes to home in the dark.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>wow that was a bit angry... guess there's a reason it's POSITIVE Boredom.Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10261762141073371095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142953169940724546.post-41529199865898371092008-09-06T19:41:00.000+01:002008-09-06T19:41:00.000+01:00Just stumbled across your blog through Lottie.I li...Just stumbled across your blog through Lottie.<BR/><BR/>I like the bitterness! Sounds just like me when I had to serve the great unwashed!<BR/><BR/>I'd like to offer some words of advice, but I'm enjoying reading about your pain too much!!!<BR/><BR/>You're going on my blogroll.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142953169940724546.post-25130551651170450952008-08-31T13:49:00.000+01:002008-08-31T13:49:00.000+01:00That's it exactly!That's it exactly!Daily Daydreamerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13077806715331003557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142953169940724546.post-26895748399304034212008-08-31T11:28:00.000+01:002008-08-31T11:28:00.000+01:00oh dear that does sound like a shitty day you had....oh dear that does sound like a shitty day you had. kinda makes me think of Murphy's Law "anything that can go wrong will go wrong"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142953169940724546.post-43010879599966622012008-08-30T13:04:00.000+01:002008-08-30T13:04:00.000+01:00It was just one of those days where you feel like ...It was just one of those days where you feel like tearing your hair out! Maybe not a bad day in the grand scheme of things but still..Daily Daydreamerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13077806715331003557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9142953169940724546.post-62856397705695718292008-08-30T10:46:00.000+01:002008-08-30T10:46:00.000+01:00Oh poor you, sounds like a horrible day. I rememb...Oh poor you, sounds like a horrible day. I remember doing 9 months in a supermarket when I left college, I hated every minute of every day, but the money came in handy. <BR/><BR/>Great that you making new friends out of it, remember its only a job, even if it does bug you.<BR/><BR/>Enjoy the cinema.Stelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16886873692388653086noreply@blogger.com