Weekender...
Friday:
Met up with friends as D abandoned me for his secret society. Spent a good few hours being ignored by friends workmates, apart from one who looked and acted incredibly gay, but insisted he wasn't as to quote, "I'm a Dad" regularly throughout conversation. Gave up trying to be noticed and headed back to the local, to find D completely plastered and talking shite. Went to 'Miss Millies' to feed said drunken husband who ended up covered in bits of fried chicken & barbeque sauce. Marvellous.
Saturday:
Hosted a dress fitted for friend so she could see if her wedding dress fitted. It did. She looked stunning!! Tried on Bridesmaid dress to see if it fitted. It did. I looked marvellous, not stunning. That's her job. Later went into town with Mother to buy framed prints of fabulous tree photos. I love trees, especially black & white trees. Well, black & white photos for trees. Took Mother for company, but also because she would buy one for me. I'm quite sneaky like that. Spent £80 in one go, lets not tell D. Pootled along Saturday evening to a recently refurbished, mega uber pub for a feed with a friend. Managed to wangle free dessert & drinks. Not telling you how, it wasn't legal. It was their fault I would hasten to add, they should have paid more attention. Ended up back in the local to wait for D to finish work whilst admiring his bosses new puppies until one decided to piss all over my lap. Thanks!
Sunday:
Did the usual and woke up 10 minutes before I was due to start work. Made it to work on time although I'm sure that the state of me scared off a few punters as work was very, very dull. Doesn't help that the boss keeps barring people. After 7 hours of hell, went home to have a bath and locked myself in the flat. The bathroom is outside the flat. The door handle broke. Hoorah! Had to ring D's boss to come upstairs & let me out. Darth was delighted as I couldn't shut the door which meant he could escape freely and wander into the pub downstairs. My poor cat must have drank his weight in Blackthorn. He stank of it. Plus he didn't wake this morning to greet me with his usual pissiness so he must have a hangover. Please note, I didn't get my cat drunk, he did it himself so no pointing the finger at me being a cruel pet owner, I can't help what other people feed my cat when I'm in the bath.
Today:
Went to work, on time, (Woohoo), and spent most of the day answering calls & texts from friends regarding yet another crisis at the pub. Not getting much proper work done so am blogging as it's near enough time to go home.
Question: How would you feel if you worked for a place that looked upon you as a sort of temporary supervisor, which you enjoyed & have offered to do more permanently which was well received by your employers, who then hire someone to take the role of supervisor without an if, but or why? Would you be upset enough to quit, or would you just accept that they actually had looked upon you has temporary until they could employ someone else? I know what I would do, but what would you do?
Met up with friends as D abandoned me for his secret society. Spent a good few hours being ignored by friends workmates, apart from one who looked and acted incredibly gay, but insisted he wasn't as to quote, "I'm a Dad" regularly throughout conversation. Gave up trying to be noticed and headed back to the local, to find D completely plastered and talking shite. Went to 'Miss Millies' to feed said drunken husband who ended up covered in bits of fried chicken & barbeque sauce. Marvellous.
Saturday:
Hosted a dress fitted for friend so she could see if her wedding dress fitted. It did. She looked stunning!! Tried on Bridesmaid dress to see if it fitted. It did. I looked marvellous, not stunning. That's her job. Later went into town with Mother to buy framed prints of fabulous tree photos. I love trees, especially black & white trees. Well, black & white photos for trees. Took Mother for company, but also because she would buy one for me. I'm quite sneaky like that. Spent £80 in one go, lets not tell D. Pootled along Saturday evening to a recently refurbished, mega uber pub for a feed with a friend. Managed to wangle free dessert & drinks. Not telling you how, it wasn't legal. It was their fault I would hasten to add, they should have paid more attention. Ended up back in the local to wait for D to finish work whilst admiring his bosses new puppies until one decided to piss all over my lap. Thanks!
Sunday:
Did the usual and woke up 10 minutes before I was due to start work. Made it to work on time although I'm sure that the state of me scared off a few punters as work was very, very dull. Doesn't help that the boss keeps barring people. After 7 hours of hell, went home to have a bath and locked myself in the flat. The bathroom is outside the flat. The door handle broke. Hoorah! Had to ring D's boss to come upstairs & let me out. Darth was delighted as I couldn't shut the door which meant he could escape freely and wander into the pub downstairs. My poor cat must have drank his weight in Blackthorn. He stank of it. Plus he didn't wake this morning to greet me with his usual pissiness so he must have a hangover. Please note, I didn't get my cat drunk, he did it himself so no pointing the finger at me being a cruel pet owner, I can't help what other people feed my cat when I'm in the bath.
Today:
Went to work, on time, (Woohoo), and spent most of the day answering calls & texts from friends regarding yet another crisis at the pub. Not getting much proper work done so am blogging as it's near enough time to go home.
Question: How would you feel if you worked for a place that looked upon you as a sort of temporary supervisor, which you enjoyed & have offered to do more permanently which was well received by your employers, who then hire someone to take the role of supervisor without an if, but or why? Would you be upset enough to quit, or would you just accept that they actually had looked upon you has temporary until they could employ someone else? I know what I would do, but what would you do?
posted by LMPP at 2:49 PM
