I'm an incredibly judgemental person at times, and usually I try and stop myself in an attempt to curb my hatred for other people. That said, today's exploits in work have made me all bitter and I've decided that anybody who goes to the supermarket during the last 2 days before christmas and then acts suprised that it's busy should be kicked in the fucking face. All day I've had shit from people about how it's really busy and theyre sick of queueing. I mean really, what the hell did they expect it to be like?
The store opened at 8am and there was probably somewhere between 30 and 50 people stood outside waiting for us to open the door. At 8am. On a fucking Saturday. It's an obvious reference but it looked like "Dawn of the Dead" which made me sing the little theme tune to myself for the rest of the day. Also, when the fuck did it become socially acceptable to say, to a complete stranger "Late night, last night?" Why don't they just go whole hog and ask me why it is that I look like complete shit? Wont be long before im getting comments like "Why dont you put some effort into your appearance, you pasty bastard?"
Over a week since I bitched about Total Fitness not contacting me, and i've still heard nothing so naturally I'm assuming I've not got it. There was some mild despair for the first few hours after I accepted it along with the usual "Oh christ, why the fuck am I still here?" crap while i printed off more Lottery tickets. Turns out theyre opening a Gamestation in Rhyl where i've applied for an Assistant Manager position. My application will probably be hampered by my lack of real supervisor experience but I figure as long as I get to the interview stage I can probably convince them that the miniscule amount of experience i have of responsibility in Morrisons coupled with my degree mean I'm more than capable. Fingers crossed, mostly because they let you borrow games for free.
Earlier today I received 100 for Christmas from my practically estranged father. I wont go into it, there's really no reason for me barely seeing him - we're just too different I guess. No animosity at all, just uncomfortable silences and me feeling guilty for not seeing more of him. I have no idea what to spend the money on because it was so unexpected. For the first time in a while there's nothing I can really think "I want one of those" so I'll probably just buy a load of cool shit from the sales or something. For about 10 seconds I thought about using it to clear some of my 1000 overdraft but thats way too boring a use of gift money.
I've also yet to decide what I'm gonna do on New Years Eve. TheQuestion very kindly invited me to the SGUK meet on the 30th and said I could stay at his. Annoyingly I'm stuck in work on the 31st so can't do it. I'm considering just slumming it in one of the shitty local towns in the hope that maybe, just maybe I'll bump into a mildly interesting girl and we hit it off. I'm sleazy like that.
As is tradition I shall now leave you with some videos that only I find amusing. Since you're all dying to know (nobody asked) these are all from "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia" which Bravo got me addicted to not long ago. I like that its so goddam offensive at times.
Give the Total Fitness people a call and ask them outright. None of that "could you tell me what I did wrong in the interview so I know what to do well next time" shite, just ask them to say yes or no, then you can move on. I hate waiting on job results so I don't. Good luck with the Gamestation gig.
Hope your Xmas was better than your Xmas customers, i.e. not completely fucking stoopid. You can always take comfort in the fact that they probably got so stressed out trying to find goose fat, or whatever the crap Jamie Oliver smeared on his meat this year, that they literally exploded with rage on the drive home, Scanners style.
YOU ARE FUCKING ACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope your Xmas was better than your Xmas customers, i.e. not completely fucking stoopid. You can always take comfort in the fact that they probably got so stressed out trying to find goose fat, or whatever the crap Jamie Oliver smeared on his meat this year, that they literally exploded with rage on the drive home, Scanners style.