So today I found myself back in my own little zone at work, possibly lack of sleep, possibly the sheer mundane morning I had. I managed to go outside and sweep the pavement for thirty minutes and still no-one missed me. I love saturdays, we're so overstaffed it's just not funny.
So i set myself menial goals, firstly to try and get the record till takings, the record being 1200 pounds. But due to the lack of customers (despite me serving EVERYONE) that plan was quashed. So then I started seeing how many girls would smile back at me in the space of an hour. After scaring quite a few off, I got told to stop by my boss. So then i'm counting straws on the condiment stand but I keep getting in customer's way so I have to move. So then I try to construct a house out of wooden stir sticks. I get three splinters so I stop. Then I go outside and start cleaning the huge glass building opposite our shop with a cloth and spray. The kids all think it's hilarious but a ploiceman threatens to come tell my boss (WTF?) so I stop. So then I hide downstairs and take an hour changing a toilet roll. People keep knocking on the door so I stop. So then I start cutting up cranberry and orange muffins for sampling, as we have too many of them. Then I get told we need all the muffins so I stop. So then I realise it's 4 o'clock and time to go home, so I stop.
I love Saturdays.
So i set myself menial goals, firstly to try and get the record till takings, the record being 1200 pounds. But due to the lack of customers (despite me serving EVERYONE) that plan was quashed. So then I started seeing how many girls would smile back at me in the space of an hour. After scaring quite a few off, I got told to stop by my boss. So then i'm counting straws on the condiment stand but I keep getting in customer's way so I have to move. So then I try to construct a house out of wooden stir sticks. I get three splinters so I stop. Then I go outside and start cleaning the huge glass building opposite our shop with a cloth and spray. The kids all think it's hilarious but a ploiceman threatens to come tell my boss (WTF?) so I stop. So then I hide downstairs and take an hour changing a toilet roll. People keep knocking on the door so I stop. So then I start cutting up cranberry and orange muffins for sampling, as we have too many of them. Then I get told we need all the muffins so I stop. So then I realise it's 4 o'clock and time to go home, so I stop.
I love Saturdays.
you are so hooked on as my friend. not because i know you really well, but you're funny. so in my books - that works. besides, its an easy way for me to jump back here and check out your journal..perhaps it will force me to make my journal that much more interesting. at least one could hope.
ahh boredom. its bad, but is it much worse than working 111 hours in a 7-day week?