Saturday, May 31, 2003
I put a new ringtone on my phone thursday night. I then got to hear it at 10am this morning. He asked me to go into work an hour early, so woke me up 3 hours before I'm usually in work. I blearily stumbled out of bed, because if I had gone back to sleep I'd have never woken up again. I then read some blogs and wrote my guest post for Mo and sent it. I had planned to mention vomiting a lot and falling down the stairs regularly but alas, I forgot. Although I did once fall down the stairs and hit the christmas tree, it was like some sort of seasonal bowling and I was the ball. Anyhoo, fell on my ass on the train station. Was going down the slippery steps and my feet went out from under me. Luckily I had one hand on the rail and I ended up just kinda lying on the steps, so no pain and just got back up again. Caught the earlier train which was in fact late. Got into work 20 minutes before he asked me to be there and of course I needn't have bothered. He didn't leave for ages. However, oddly enough, my brother works for a radio station, and they all the stations over here have a bunch of cars that go around the place. They advertise, do competitions, give out goodies, whatever. When I got to work, I looked out the window and behold! Sitting in some of the park spaces just across the street were the three cars they use. So I ran over and loudly proclaimed who my brother was and claimed my free merchandise.
Today seemed to be "people need help day". Nothing particularly interesting happened, or at least not interesting enough to try and remember at 1am. Oh, oh, how could I forget. Someone left their trousers behind. I was closing up and I found a pair of pants on a chair. I mean, I'm fairly sure noone walked out without wearing a pair, so I guess it was dry cleaning or something, but who brings a pair of trousers with them? They seemed like a fairly short leg too, so there'll probably be some midget with no pants banging on the door tomorrow morning. He had me put some measurements on some thing for his other company. I did it exactly the way he likes it, without him saying anything. Halfway through he started reminding me how to do it, as if I was doing wrong. I have conferred with Two over this and we have concluded he's a stupid control freak, so there you have it. I have the feeling that I'm forgetting something which is possibly why I'm still ranting, trying to remember it. Apparently I'm not going to so I'll stop now.
posted at 1:52 AM by One of Six,
Thursday, May 29, 2003
Woohoo! Ladies and gentleman, without further ado, I present to you the first (and probably only, you lazy bastards) guest post!! Who else would we get to do us the honours (ok, they weren't exactly lining up), but the wonderful, smart, funny, charming and recently one year old blogger Mo!! I asked her to write about a traumatic or embarassing childhood experience...
I guess to determine my most traumatic childhood experience, we could have to define traumatic. There are the obvious family deaths and divorce and whatnot. So, I will skip those.
If we were talking about pain, I would go with the time I was 7. I was walking up an outdoor set of stairs when by some odd freak of timing, at that very moment, a wasps nest detached from the roof and fell down my shirt. Second place happened when I was about 4. I was pushing a friend on a swing in a neighbors backyard, took one step too many backwards and fell into a cactus bed. My mom was picking cactus needles out of me for hours.
If we are talking trauma in an emotional sense, I would have to go with my worst 6th grade memory. There was this boy, Nathan. He was so tan and wore tennis whites all the time. And tall. I, on the other hand, was short, round, boobless, and had a very short haircut, think Ally Sheedy, only less cute. My Nana mailed me a beautiful dress. It was burgundy with little flowers and reminded me of Little House on the Prairie. The day I wore this dress, I walked proudly down the hall. Passing me, Nathan smiled and my heart stopped. He then said, “that dress makes you look like a pregnant cow.” I went home from school sick that day.
I am sure there are others, but these incidents have always stood out in my mind when I am asked this question. Thank you, One, for allowing me use of your space for a moment. Now you owe me one!!
Mo
Thanks Mo! I guess I'd better get writing...
posted at 11:15 PM by One of Six,
Just scrolling through that previous entry makes me tired. Two days off is definetely not enough. As far as I know he only gets the new guy, whoever it currently is, to work 12-7. I imagine it's because he doesn't trust them with the money, to close up, know the alarm code etc. Basically it means they can't take a day from me, because he would then have to work the last few hours of the day. He obviously doesn't want to work there more, hence why he finally hired someone else. I guess I'm just stuck with my working hours atm, but that's no surprise really. More envelopes tomorrow, just what I need.
posted at 12:56 AM by One of Six,
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
Boss has been acting so weird lately I haven't been able to keep up. He has me doing the whole envelope thing every day now, it's really tedious. Writing gives me a welt on my middle finger where the pen rests. Doing the other stuff just gives me a pain in my ass. He is at war with his lack of profits. He has decided he is going to make money whether the customers like it or not. He put up his crappy paintings all around the room and sellotaped them to the wall. So far noone has been labotomised by a falling painting but I think it's only a matter of time. Why someone coming in to check their hotmail would buy a painting for 50 bucks I have no idea. Maybe they'll just buy one and stick it in their purse, uh huh. (Speaking of money, a woman opened her handbag looking for change and she had like a wad of 100s!! I almost died, she had so much money just sitting loose in her bag.) He also got me to ring the electrician to ask him to move a storage heater, apparently he's going to put a glass cabinet with his useless computer merchandise for sale. As if anyone is going to buy a piece of hardware that doesn't have a manual in english, the right type of plug for this country, or any sort of technical support or warranty from the place they bought it. I don't think the profit on spindles of CDs is that high.
I think it was on Saturday that Employee #4 (new girl, new guy got confusing) came in and used one of the computers, which I didn't really think about (he is staff...). Then the boss comes in afterwards and asks if he had been there. Then he asks did he pay. I said "no, should he have?" cause it seemed like an odd question to me. He then snottily replies, "what do YOU think". I'd have the thought answer was obvious, I have never seen him charge staff before, or even mention it. He had complained about Employee #4 constantly burning CDs while he was meant to be working, but this was on his days off. I wasn't aware there was a problem with this.
So today, I come in to find Employee #5 standing there. He has sort of been hanging around since last year, and was fairly keen to work here, but for some reason boss didn't trust him or like him or whatever. Apparently being available to work Sundays is the clincher though. So, in terms of hiring new people, at least I've gotten to know this guy a little, and he's ok. Though I'm not entirely convinced he knows much about computers. He was doing an engineering course I think, rather than computer science or something. Who am I to talk though, I'm unejumookated. So he had been there an hour or more, and two hours the day before, and I had to train him for 2 hours. He had been out drinking the night before apparently and inquired where the bathroom was so he could go be sick. I don't think he actually was, but he's working on his own tomorrow so I hope he was paying attention. I predict the phone will ring several times.
Anyhoo, here come the fun parts. He asks me to go ring the other guy and tell him not to bother coming in anymore. Ummmkay.. so you're telling me to fire Employee #4? The word was never mentioned (he possibly doesn't know the word, he usually just treats people like crap until they leave themselves, or at least did that with the female employees) during the day, but I basically had to tell the guy that someone else was working here, so he didn't need to come in, but we'd call him if we needed him (never gonna happen). He was like.. eh, ok... and I don't really blame him. He then turned up a while later, I kinda presumed he had come to collect files he left on the computer since he brought a zip disk. Although perhaps a zip disc was his response to "stop burning cds". I think he might have missed the point there. Boss comes over at some point and says something like: "This has to stop, you can't keep letting people use the staff computer. If it happens again I'll have to dock your wages." Huh? Who what now? He was all serious and depressed about it, like he had "caught me" embezzling money or sneaking bootleg customers in through the back door for my own profit or something. How am I supposed to know from one snide comment that he's suddenly charging staff to use the computers. All he has to do is tell me straight out that he doesn't want them to and then I can simply tell them that. The whole "umm he possibly maybe might not be too keen on you using the computer, but I'm not entirely sure so maybe you shouldn't but I guess you can" line doesn't really cut it. Also, he then proceeds to rabbit on for a while about how crap Employee #4 is for using the computers all the time and burning CDs while he's supposed to be working, and generally sitting on his ass instead of paying attention to the customers. Did I mention while he's doing this Employee #4 is sitting like 2 feet away? He went away for a while, muttering tell me when he leaves, but came back needing to use the computer that #4 was on. He bites the bullet and actually speaks to him, and #4 of course asks him about working. He tells him that (read: lies to his face) that Employee #5 has worked here before for 3 months and is now coming back again, so he's not needed atm, but we'd call him if neccessary. Now, that might sound reasonable... but a) #4 and #5 know each other, so they've obviously mentioned whether or not they worked here, and b) #4 was sitting there while I was training #5 to do stuff, so it's fairly obvious he's new. But there you have it, a bit fat liar who wants to extort 4 bucks from his staff cause his business is failing miserably and he's not making enough money... cause we all know 4 bucks pays the rent.
I pretty much ignored the whole "I'll dock you money" outburst, cause he was in a crappy mood all day. Almost at closing time he almost launched off into another lecture, but somehow I interrupted him. He had me make a sign for the staff, which makes a total of 1, if you don't count me. It basically says that staff aren't allowed use the computers during or after work. So that's pretty much never then. He really knows how to add perks and benefits to a job, it must be the only internet cafe where the staff can't even check their email. He said he couldn't believe that Emp#4 brought a book with him to read one day. I found that kinda weird, what does he expect us to do while working and there's nothing to do? A zen-like meditation or trance perhaps? Be at one with the computers... He said he never had problems like this before ever, and quoted his nephew and manager of the other company as examples. I've personally seen both of them using the internet while they did a few days in the cafe, but they're angels in his eyes. Maybe he didn't mean it that strictly, rather burning cds and sitting on their arse etc., since he uses the internet himself the days he's working there, but the sign is now laminated and sellotaped to the printer in bright red letters. He was going to put it on the side of the server, but I said the customers would see it (which seems embarassing to me) and although he disagreed I ignored him and suggested the printer under the counter. I was feeling a bit bleh about it all, that I was supposedly not even allowed use the internet (like that would stop me) but he said that it didn't affect me. He only meant for the other staff, cause he didn't trust them to be responsible. He said (almost aggressively) that he didn't care at all what I did, I could do whatever I liked. That's nice I guess, but I can't help but get the feeling I can only do what I like, because I don't... If I actually did do whatever I liked, I would suddenly be told to stop it. His friends then turned up unexpectedly and he went off with them instead of giving me a lift as expected. I of course had missed the last train at that stage. How's that for something to read in the morning, eh Six!
posted at 2:23 AM by One of Six,
Sunday, May 25, 2003
What's with us and weekends? You'd think that'd be the one time we would post.
posted at 11:08 PM by One of Six,
Saturday, May 24, 2003
I have uncovered a blackmarket oxfam conspiracy!!!
posted at 12:33 PM by One of Six,
Friday, May 23, 2003
"I don't remember how to do it"
"I don't know how to do it"
"You're doing it ALL wrong"
"Why are you holding that knife?"
posted at 10:48 PM by One of Six,
Thursday, May 22, 2003
Ok so today was the day from hell. I get in to find a bomb site as usual and find him printing a ton of envelopes. Apparently the new colour cartridge for the printer turned out to be dodgy so they're replacing it for free, but he wants to use the old one up. I don't know why he thinks printing a tiny square of colour on a zillion envelopes is going to use a whole colour cartridge, but he sure is trying.
Then I got sent out with a whole bunch of leaflets to inflict them on various shops around the place. I was walking for an hour or so just dropping them into places all in different directions and noone really wanted them. Most people took a few grudgingly and handed me back the majority. Half the places were closed of course for lunch, but mister "I work 14 hours a day 7 days a week, because whoring myself on yahoo messenger is working" doesn't consider things like lunchtime. I think came back and had to a) continue printing envelopes, b) fold leaflets, c) put three types of leaflet in envelope, d) write address on envelope, e) seal envelope and f) wet stamp and put on envelope. Then repeat a few hundred times to use up all the frickin envelopes he printed. I had to go to the post office when they opened and they were all out of self-stick stamps, just in case it would make things easier. I probably ate glue with my lunch, when I actually got some time to eat any. It's fairly difficult to accurately emphasise the hellish torture of a day it was. At least I didn't get a papercut.
posted at 11:33 PM by One of Six,
Another three days of meh. The people in the take-away know where I work.
posted at 12:23 AM by One of Six,
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
I can refrain no longer. I must post this! I'd suggest right click > save target as... Then listen! Possibly on headphones if you don't want to be embarassed.
posted at 7:36 PM by One of Six,
Oh woe is me. I wish I had graphical/artistic talent. Like, any, at all. I wouldn't be fussy, honest. There are no online graphics generators worth a damn these days that I can find (paying doesn't count). Yet, amazingly I can produce something worse than the crap they spit out. All I want is decent logos! Maybe I can blame the lack of decent graphics packages I have or something. I'm pretty sure I'm just naturally fucked though.
posted at 2:30 AM by One of Six,
I saw this site, blogshares.com but I really couldn't be assed. Seems like work.
posted at 12:32 AM by One of Six,
Monday, May 19, 2003
Five, Four.. Four, Five... Ok I can't say that without it sounding like I'm counting. However, I think we have found a new winner. I think you know what I'm talking about.
posted at 11:17 PM by One of Six,
Well that was the five days from hell. He of course never turned up on Sunday, so pretty much worked 50 hours. Btw, never ask me for directions. I have no fucking clue how I ever manage to turn up where I'm supposed to be. God knows where we almost ended up tonight, but the answer was was "straight ahead, not left".
posted at 11:16 PM by One of Six,
Sunday, May 18, 2003
First time I've watched a film at home in ages. I saw Thrill Seekers, it was on a local station. It's a 1999 Science Fiction film but I heartily recommend it. Ok, so the ending might be a little bit dodgy, but it's fun all the same. Amazingly for a modern science fiction film everyone managed to keep their clothes on. I guess that's a con.
posted at 3:58 PM by One of Six,
Saturday, May 17, 2003
Can't think of anything. Installed redhat on old computer. Work early tomorrow and all day. Sleep now.
posted at 12:48 AM by One of Six,
Thursday, May 15, 2003
Oh yeah, I fucking love those hour long lectures. It's bad enough to put up with it for an hour, but you could at least be original. It's obviously a language barrier, but he has to tell me everything in 10 different ways. Either that or he thinks I'm terminally fucking stupid. He goes on and on and on about how I have to make sure people haven't left stuff on the desktop. Well, duh. Who the fuck do you think has been cleaning them for the last 4+ months? You think it's only suddenly started happening or that noone mentioned it in that time? It's really not my fault that someone went and downloaded a bunch of crap on what is surely labeled the porn computer on my day off, and that you then went and put some businesswoman/pensioner or something on that computer. Perhaps if you paid more attention you would have cleaned the desktop. But no, rather than acknowleding that it was your incompetence, you'd rather tell me to do it a 100 times, while I already do it. Really though, don't let that get in your way.
Also, if you have a problem with the new guy, I couldn't give a fucking rat's ass. Why don't you tell him that he shouldn't be burning CDs all day while he's working, instead of telling me over and over and over again. Excuse me for pointing out that at least he was using his own CDs, I was simply referencing the previous employee who didn't. It doesn't mean you have to tell me that it was not your point 10 times. Also, if you're so fucking happy with me and I'm so fucking super, why the fuck do you never stop nagging me? If I'm seriously, "your best ever employee", and you treat me this much like shit, no wonder you never manage to employee anyone decent. The reason you never see me doing anything for myself is because I'm not that fucking stupid. As if I would stand there using the internet while you were watching. If you're going to break all the employment and human rights laws, then I'm not going to let myself be fucking bored to tears on top of that too. The working conditions are shite enough thank you. I considered feeling guilty about secretly using the internet, but fuck. you. You make me come in 2 hours early tomorrow and claim you'll let me go home two hours early. Only so you don't have to pay me for it. Also, you now expect me to work Sunday also, because you have a family engagement. Yeah, because working 11am-2pm and 5pm-10pm are such super working hours, what with it probably taking half an hour or more of travel either way. I just love working five days in a row, 9 hours a day with no breaks. I feel so refreshed at the end of it. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck. That is all.
posted at 11:12 PM by One of Six,
You just know when it's going to be a bad day. Was going to get an extra half an hour of sleep this morning, when he rang at the exact time I have to get up for the earlier train. He asked me to be in at 12:30 which is barely possible, but he doesn't concern himself with things like train times. On the way to the station, every traffic light turned red. Got to the station and the train was to arrive in 2 minutes. Two minutes later it was still 2 minutes. Then this out of service train crawls up to the platform from the wrong direction and I'm kinda wondering what's going on. Then there's an announcement of a platform change (which has never happened before) so I have to run over to another platform and the train pulls in. Have to leg it to the shops, neatly dodging someone I hate who I used to know, and thankfully there were no queues in the supermarket. Got in at about 12:34 which is not bad going, and he left immediately, which at least makes being early not so bad. He usually dawdles. He said he might or might not be back later. Well, duh.
posted at 1:35 PM by One of Six,
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
I am irritated. I have a DVD drive. I have a graphics card. I have a television. WHY THE HELL WON'T THEY COOPERATE? It's a Geforce4 MX 420 or something. This apparently makes it the worst pain in the ass for tv-out. They should make that a label on the box or something, in shiny letters. DVD players are 200 euros. Although I would technically like one, and could technically afford one, I object to owning one. I rarely rarely have a DVD to watch, and I have a frikkin dvd drive. I bought all the expensive wires just to connect the two up, and they just won't play fair. I can't find any specific guide to making it work either, because of aforementioned pain-in-ass feature of the graphics card. Perhaps a new graphics card is the answer.
posted at 1:50 AM by One of Six,
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Well since nobody else returned the favour I had to go find my own link. I can now die happy on this page and this quiz. You may address me as Red Sam Bonney.
posted at 12:10 AM by One of Six,
Monday, May 12, 2003
You can't say I don't provide! For Three we have the Poem Generator and for Six we have the LOTR villians quiz. For Five, who can resist this picture which leaves Four with this one (I'm not entirely sure why). Last but not least, a search for Famke Janssen birthday produces the perfect result for Two! You're 75% compatible with her!
posted at 2:18 AM by One of Six,
Sunday, May 11, 2003
Did I hear someone speak in rhyme?
You know I can't resist!
The urge just strikes me every time
Those words I love to twist!
posted at 10:53 PM by One of Six,
Saturday was so weird. I had to babysit his daughter most of the day *roll eyes* I'm not even sure why it was weird. There were just loads of little strange moments. I thought I'd die laughing when (getting a lift home) he started the car and the radio blared out some really cheesy chart song. I felt so ridiculous in a BMW with a middleaged foreign driver going through a posh area with some RnB song blasting everyone out of it. Although, the car is fairly expensive so it's probably soundproof or something, but I was biting my tongue the whole way home. He also had a deep and meaningful conversation (by the usual standards of "you didn't clean the floor enough"). I feel dirty.
posted at 10:49 PM by One of Six,
Friday, May 09, 2003
I am so tired. Taxi drivers shouldn't whistle along to Britney Spears.
posted at 10:53 PM by One of Six,
Maybe I should just go to bed earlier instead of complaining about being tired tomorrow. Bit late now though.
posted at 1:48 AM by One of Six,
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
I walked into a FUY disaster on monday. It's sort of like DIY but involves fucking up. He had wired up his precious flashing neon sign and hung it from the window with electrical wire. Apparently this is sufficient to hold it in place (it slipped a few hours later and I thought it was going to fall on top of me). He also stuck a wall light type thing up, and put a wire down the wall to the plug. The staple gun is his friend. He had asked me to be early, yet he didn't even leave the counter area until 3pm or later. After we (read: I) cleaned the place up and stopped it looking like a bomb site, he went to test his precious lighting fixtures. When I had hesitantly asked if he had done all this himself, he replied oh yes! is very easy. Neither light worked. His mantra for the next half hour or so was They worked perfect. What do I do now, they not working. I can assure you this gets irritating. He had apparently blown up the wiring in the neon sign. This seems like quite an accomplishment. We opened it up later and discovered not a wire, but ashes. There was only black ash left at one of the wiring junctions. He found the fuse was gone in the plug he was using on the wall light. Perhaps this is because he bought it in a different continent and it's not designed for this power system. However he took off the plug, and shoved the two live wires into the plug sockets and then poked them in with the plug on the air freshener. This caused the light to flicker so he concluded it was indeed the fuse gone. Unfortunately he wasn't electrocuted. So eventually he got the wall light working by stealing a fuse from somewhere else, and it's now shining in all it's tacky glory. I didn't have the heart to tell him it's blatantly crooked.
posted at 11:04 PM by One of Six,
I saw X-men 2 today. IT FUCKING ROCKS. That is all.
P.S. I can't believe IA is quitting. Bastard. You quit when we say you quit! His geocities page isn't handling the bandwidth so here's a temporary mirror. Hope he doesn't mind.
posted at 2:07 AM by One of Six,
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Just
posted at 1:21 AM by One of Six,
for
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you
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Stu.
posted at 1:21 AM by One of Six,
Hmm! I guess there was a delay switching to the new blogger code, but it looks fairly damn snazzy now that I'm here. I don't technically notice much difference, except in layout and style, but if they say it's better then great! I have stuff to rant about, but I shall leave this till tomorrow. I always remember creme eggs as a child seeming so huge, like a swimming pool of deliciousness. They seem so small these days.
posted at 1:20 AM by One of Six,
Monday, May 05, 2003
Sometimes I feel like I have no soul or something. Nothing seems interesting, does anything really hold my attention? Sure, I might get excited about something, like a new film or whatever, but then I see it and that's the end of that. I have no nostalgia, I have nada. I often hear Two talking about things fondly or excitedly and I think ok, so that's just something that doesn't excite me, but other stuff would instead... but I guess seeing that post about computer nostalgia has me wondering. I'm supposed to like computers, or that's what I tell myself. Shouldn't I care? Yes, I had old computers. Good riddance to be honest. I like my new shiny computer, but another 3 years or whatever down the line when it's a pile of junk compared to the current specs, will I think so fondly of it? It's the first computer I ever opened up by myself and I built it from scratch. I had a certain sense of pride at the time but when it comes to getting rid of I'm fairly sure it won't make me hesitate any longer. Sure, noone's interested in everything, but shouldn't I be interested in something. My "official interests" as such, have always just been listed as things I did. Doing something doesn't neccesarily mean you like it. I know a lot more about computers than the average person (in this country at least) as I can see from work. People ask me the most basic things. So, I'm good at computers, but does that mean I like them? I have recently come to the conclusion that I like using computers, but that I don't like fixing them. This pretty much rules out a very large area of the IT industry to work in. I don't like the thought of teaching either, so there goes that. (I think I lost the point here somewhere, I was trying to say that nothing interests me, not that I don't know what career I want.)
People always ask, what's your favourite film, favourite food, favourite this, favourite that. What are your hobbies. I have none. There is nothing I could call my favourite. Things perceived as hobbies that I have done in the past mean nothing to me. I took piano lessons for 10 years and I just stopped. I haven't touched a piano since then. I never had any significant hobbies, or ones that lasted very long. Extra curricular activities are not something anyone has to do here, if you sat at home all day noone would know. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.
Have I simply yet to find something to be passionate about? Am I incapable of it? Two can always find something to be interested in, but I seem to just go through the motions. Maybe I am an android after all.
posted at 1:16 AM by One of Six,
Sunday, May 04, 2003
*tumbleweed rolls by* I was kinda emphasising more the headhunting part than the volunteering part... but at least you all jumped on the bandwagon. If someone had actually emailed me I would probably still be in shock. I just downloaded an installation file and wondered why it was called what I thought was "sugar man". I wondered what the hell sugar had to do with the program, let alone a sugar man (first you get the sugar..). I then found I had downloaded the german version, oops. So it was S. U. german then.
P.S. Typing hurts like hell. Sliced two fingertips open earlier. Pity me.
posted at 2:21 AM by One of Six,
Saturday, May 03, 2003
Guest posting! All the cool bloggers are doing it. Let's do it! I wrote Mo a poem and there's no turning back! Technically we need 6 guest posters... Unless people start volunteering to one(at)theblogcollective.com I guess we'll have to go headhunting.
posted at 12:09 AM by One of Six,
I think I've established that my boss sucks. I'd just like to reconfirm this.
posted at 12:00 AM by One of Six,
Thursday, May 01, 2003
Hooray! I have noodles. The new guy came in to abuse the computers for a while so I ran out to get change and buy noodles. The day is about half way over, 5 hours to go, and the boss just rang to tell me that he put the key to the cash register in the safe. Yes, he locked the cash register so it can't be opened and tells me 5 hours later how to open it. Of course I hadn't let it stop me, I just checked the safe as soon as I saw it was missing and there it was. He said see you later and I'm not sure if that's just his dodgy way of saying goodbye or if it means he'll be here later on to haunt me. Quite possibly the latter. I'm pretty sure I was going to say something else but there were too many customers between the start and end of writing this. Mmmmm, noodles.
posted at 5:05 PM by One of Six,
UGH. Just for once I wish he wouldn't go shopping by the colour of the packet. He has to buy the shiniest brighest most colourful product that is vaguely related to what we actually need. Today I come in and find Sure-Set Jam Sugar, just in case your coffee is too liquified. The reason for this is the packet has some yellow on it. It looks jazzy. The normal sugar is too dull for him. He also bought decafeinated coffee one time because it has a red label, the normal coffee has a black label. Considering his position I really shouldn't have to explain to him what caffeine is. I forgot to buy noodles for lunch. It's going to be a long day.
posted at 12:03 PM by One of Six,
