Milkshake Crime

It's biography time. Of Asian descent, age : unknown, slight grey-ish tinge to his hair, this poor excuse for a man is a COMPLETE BASTARD!

You all know who I'm talking about. The man I have to spend pretty much my whole weekend with. A man who has no concept of teamwork, communication, humour or intent and no, it isn't The Stig. Friday and Saturday nights have been impossible and this weekend was no exception. For the brief amount of time I can get on with my "jobs to do", he calls you to the tills for no apparent reason and then coaxes you behind the tills for periods up to 90 minutes and literally vanishes off the face of the Earth. On Friday night, I didn't see hide no hair of him for nearly an hour. When I questioned him on his eventual return, he simply mumbled something inaudible and walked off to the shop floor. My patience with this man is nearly reaching maximum, but I have no choice but to put up with it. My only relief is when I work with someone every other Wednesday and Thursday and we both have a go at him for being a complete moron.

However, this abomination wasn't the only reason that these 2 nights went pear shaped. Besides from him, the excessive amount of work to do and the amazing amount of customers that simply came in to abuse me, when I finally got to go home at 6.40am on Saturday morning, I walked out to the Mittenmobile to find some idiot, probably drunk, had snapped the aerial off and poured milkshake all over.. I was fuming. Even more so when the manageress said no to my request of looking at the CCTV that is plastered all over the site like a rash. She claimed, "It would only cause more trouble". Absolute dog crap.

Of course, Sunday nights are notorious for being as dead as Michael Jackson, but something always seems to go wrong on Sunday nights with the tills. I have dubbed it the 'Sunday Night Syndrome'. Usually, my till freezes for an obscene amount of time but last Sunday the card machines decided to charge everyone twice for every transaction which created absolute mayhem. I hope, beyond anything, that nothing obscene happens tonight. I'm just too tired.

Long week ahead. See last post. For now though, I'm going to sleep. Oh no ... wait. I've got to go to work. Great.

Bye x