Tonight was fairly interesting and also fairly busy. We had a Polish man come in to clean the chillers and it took him bloody forever! I had to dodge in and out of him, re-stocking what seemed like the whole of the UK's food supply around him and then he decided to clean the milk chiller just as I was re-stocking the milk. Damn Polish, stealin' our jobs..
At about 2am, he left, with a signatured piece of paper in his hand with a hand-scrawned note at the top saying, "And Never Come Back!", (I joke), but just as he left I noticed a trickle of water run past the end of the back chiller. "What could that be?".. I walked round and as I turned the corner noticed what can only be described as either the 2006 Tsunami or The River Nile. The whole aisle was submerged in cold water. Half of my foot went under.. Not good. I suppose the cleaning helped with the cleanliness but obviously unblocked something, allowing this water to seep out on the floor. So, I spent most of the night hurriedly mopping up and soaking up this lake, aswell as doing other things. It was a tough one. I needed more than a single sheet of Bounty to clean it up anyway!
I was tired by this stage. I had woken up earlier than planned to have a much needed net with a few people and I had wanted to find out whether CW had got his coveted 5 wickets. I still don't know. Tell me God damn you! I went to work, in my prized Saxo, in a fairly bad and tired mood, knowing I've got 4 shifts left.. Sigh.. I now only have 3, but those 3 I will be running into the wall.. Joy unconfined for me..
Not a lot more else to waffle about. Inspirational? Pah!
Laters x
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