Strange day all in all, quieter than a normal Sunday and a lot quieter for a Bank Holiday Sunday. Until about 3.30 pm then everyone decided to come shopping. I didn't serve my last customer until 20 past 4. And believe me she was the customer no one wants anytime let alone your last. Her child had opened the strawberries, grapes and Ice lollies. She didn't tell me of course. Waiting until the contents of each were almost tipped onto the belt. My quick thinking saved them. But you do ask yourself what these people are on? What possible kick can you derive from making someone's job harder? Honestly sometimes I despair.
Thank God the Sunday crew are a good crew, we all pull together. Although I must admit if I've learned one thing from this weekend, the less you do, the more you get your own way. Flog the willing horses, those that do a shift and work hard. Those that skive off rather than get told, just get their hours changed, so that they don't have to dealt with directly. I would interject here that while the bolshie side of me says, I'll pull back, not work so hard, don't be so nice to idiots, you know it won't happen. For two reasons, one, I'd be told straight away, because I've never been the sort to get away with anything less than my best, two, it just isn't me, I have always given my best at work, tried even when I've hated the job given. I can't be lazy, skive off or "disappear" when it's busy. But, life isn't fair, and people will always look after themselves and that will never change.
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