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I don't often post about work, because it's generally so very, very dull.
But today was especially hellacious. Just a few minutes into my shift, I had Tim's special sauce blorp all over the crotch of my pants. I was spackled with white goop. It was just as gross and suggestive-looking as you'd think.
I'm expected to do a gazillion things at once. No sooner do I start one when I am expected to do three other tasks. And as a result, I have dozens of half-finished projects which all need to have been completed an hour ago. And all while dealing with customers, some of whom are consummate arseholes (like the two little old men who said they wanted a cheese croissant while pointing at a maple danish. "Do you want the cheese croissant or the maple danish?" I asked, gesturing clearly to both in turn. "Definitely the croissant," they said. "You're sure it's the croissant (and I pointed) and not the danish (pointing again)?" "Oh yes." And then when I gave them what they asked for, they had the nerve to say, "Young people. They never listen." Because of course they really wanted the danish. Aaaaaaugh!).
Oh, and then I discovered that my pay stubs aren't pay stubs, but pay cheques. All this time, I thought I'd been getting direct deposit. Good thing I found my old "stubs." Now I can go to the bank and get a cash infusion.
...
So now I've fired off my bio for the dance programme tomorrow, only to get an email saying never mind, there's no room for a bio, after all.
And now I must sleep, because I have to get up in six and a half hours.
Jesus, Mary, and doughnuts!
But today was especially hellacious. Just a few minutes into my shift, I had Tim's special sauce blorp all over the crotch of my pants. I was spackled with white goop. It was just as gross and suggestive-looking as you'd think.
I'm expected to do a gazillion things at once. No sooner do I start one when I am expected to do three other tasks. And as a result, I have dozens of half-finished projects which all need to have been completed an hour ago. And all while dealing with customers, some of whom are consummate arseholes (like the two little old men who said they wanted a cheese croissant while pointing at a maple danish. "Do you want the cheese croissant or the maple danish?" I asked, gesturing clearly to both in turn. "Definitely the croissant," they said. "You're sure it's the croissant (and I pointed) and not the danish (pointing again)?" "Oh yes." And then when I gave them what they asked for, they had the nerve to say, "Young people. They never listen." Because of course they really wanted the danish. Aaaaaaugh!).
Oh, and then I discovered that my pay stubs aren't pay stubs, but pay cheques. All this time, I thought I'd been getting direct deposit. Good thing I found my old "stubs." Now I can go to the bank and get a cash infusion.
...
So now I've fired off my bio for the dance programme tomorrow, only to get an email saying never mind, there's no room for a bio, after all.
And now I must sleep, because I have to get up in six and a half hours.
Jesus, Mary, and doughnuts!
