Working in a supermarket I am very aware that selling booze or smokes to the underaged leads to terrible consequences. However it seem retailers have become totally paranoid. Went to the local off license to get a pack of cigars (yes i know I've quit, but goddammit sometimes its the only thing that'll make the day a bit less rubbish). I ask for a pack of Hamlets only to be asked if I'm over eighteen. Jesus Christ, I'm 14 months away from being thirty. Offering my driving licence the shop assistant exclaims "You're well over eighteen", "Yeah, I get that all the time" I reply.
" You should take it as complement" she retorted. Yeah. How so exactly? I'd rather people thought i was an adult instead of some stupid kid trying to con his way to getting hold of some smoky treats. I have to wonder do teenagers actually smoke cigars nowadays? Back in my day a pack of ten of the cheapest smokes would suffice (course back when I was under eighteen cigs cost about a quid). I dont remember having this problem ten years ago, in the past months I've been asked for ID at nearly every alcohol purchase I've made.
I guess its all for the greater good. i do feel the awesome feeling you got when you bought booze underaged is gonna be missed by generations to come. Sure its wrong, irresponsible and a load of other things that can be classed as "BORING!". In terms of making you feel goddamn cool as fuck few things beat it. It seems that rebeling as a teenager has got a whole load harder, and isnt that kinda the point of being a teenager? I suppose making it harder to is going to make it a whole load cooler, so good luck to all you young people. Fight the power and such.
Just remember to buy some mints as well, otherwise mum and dad will find out.
I spent today making sure the recent addition to my department knew what she was doing. I'm unsure if I'm being unclear or if some problem on her end. Either way I don't think its really working, I hope I'm wrong. I'm pretty sure its just a case of acclimatising her to the job (today was only her second day), so some patience is called for. Whats really annoying me is that I don't have time to train someone and do my job. When I've spent most of the day looking over someones else's shoulder to help them understand what they should be doing I'm not left with much time to carry out my duties.
To clarify Tuesdays can be a bit of a bastard. Theres double the usual ammount of magazines I have to put out compared to a normal day, and then theres returning all the old ones (FYI, old magazines are returned to the supplier and we are credited for them. If this is done properly we don't receive the credit and therefore lose money. And then I get bitched at). It takes about three hours, longer if you're having to babysit someone else. Also Tuesdays are one off the days I get the new stock in. Except our warehouse has royally fucked up and today I got Saturdays and Tuesdays delivery, thats twice as much as normal. I'm a quick worker but today I would of needed to be Wally West to get it done. Plus I have to oversee our new recruit.
So when Nigel, one of the managers, asks "Geoff, are you gonna all that stock out?" I reply "Hopefully, but there might be some left over". Instead of understanding the situations he comes back with "No, you will get it all out". Given this is an hour before I'm due to clock off and theres a fucktonne of stuff to do I assume hes expecting me to stay longer than I'm scheduled. Which is fine i guess but for small problem. i get paid 'til four o clock. I f i stay later I DONT GET PAID FOR IT. What I would have to do is take the time back later in the week, something that is impossible. its crazy but even when I work a full day theres things that dont get done, if I start leaving early all the stuff that doesnt get done multiplies. Basically this means I'd have to start working for free, fuck that noise.
You might find this all a bit odd because you might be under the assumption that I am in charge of the department I work in. I'm not. I run it because I'm the only person in the store that knows how to. I'm not paid to supervise it despite thats what I do. I'm not paid to train new staff members, despite thats what I'm doing. I'm not paid to take shit of management, yet thats what i do. I get paid the same as the dude that collects trolleys and that fucking sucks. I'm expected to act as a supervisor, but dont hold that rank or the financial compensation for doing so.
I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next, I'm off for two days and expect utter carnage when I return on Friday. Then I'm not there at all next week, cope with that you fuckers. Of course they won't and i'll spend a few weeks fixing it all. On top of doing everything else.
I so have to find another job.
Lets finish on a high note shall we. My sister is getting married in a week. I know I'm supposed to be stoic and male and stuff, but Jesus my little sister is getting married! How are you supposed to stop welling up at the sheer joy of it all? I'll just have to keep Clint Eastwood in mind, he wouldnt cry at such a thing. He'd probably just consider it an inconvenience that stopped him from killing bad dudes.
If you've waded through this cheers, and I'll write some more nonsense for you later.
BYE BYE!
" You should take it as complement" she retorted. Yeah. How so exactly? I'd rather people thought i was an adult instead of some stupid kid trying to con his way to getting hold of some smoky treats. I have to wonder do teenagers actually smoke cigars nowadays? Back in my day a pack of ten of the cheapest smokes would suffice (course back when I was under eighteen cigs cost about a quid). I dont remember having this problem ten years ago, in the past months I've been asked for ID at nearly every alcohol purchase I've made.
I guess its all for the greater good. i do feel the awesome feeling you got when you bought booze underaged is gonna be missed by generations to come. Sure its wrong, irresponsible and a load of other things that can be classed as "BORING!". In terms of making you feel goddamn cool as fuck few things beat it. It seems that rebeling as a teenager has got a whole load harder, and isnt that kinda the point of being a teenager? I suppose making it harder to is going to make it a whole load cooler, so good luck to all you young people. Fight the power and such.
Just remember to buy some mints as well, otherwise mum and dad will find out.
I spent today making sure the recent addition to my department knew what she was doing. I'm unsure if I'm being unclear or if some problem on her end. Either way I don't think its really working, I hope I'm wrong. I'm pretty sure its just a case of acclimatising her to the job (today was only her second day), so some patience is called for. Whats really annoying me is that I don't have time to train someone and do my job. When I've spent most of the day looking over someones else's shoulder to help them understand what they should be doing I'm not left with much time to carry out my duties.
To clarify Tuesdays can be a bit of a bastard. Theres double the usual ammount of magazines I have to put out compared to a normal day, and then theres returning all the old ones (FYI, old magazines are returned to the supplier and we are credited for them. If this is done properly we don't receive the credit and therefore lose money. And then I get bitched at). It takes about three hours, longer if you're having to babysit someone else. Also Tuesdays are one off the days I get the new stock in. Except our warehouse has royally fucked up and today I got Saturdays and Tuesdays delivery, thats twice as much as normal. I'm a quick worker but today I would of needed to be Wally West to get it done. Plus I have to oversee our new recruit.
So when Nigel, one of the managers, asks "Geoff, are you gonna all that stock out?" I reply "Hopefully, but there might be some left over". Instead of understanding the situations he comes back with "No, you will get it all out". Given this is an hour before I'm due to clock off and theres a fucktonne of stuff to do I assume hes expecting me to stay longer than I'm scheduled. Which is fine i guess but for small problem. i get paid 'til four o clock. I f i stay later I DONT GET PAID FOR IT. What I would have to do is take the time back later in the week, something that is impossible. its crazy but even when I work a full day theres things that dont get done, if I start leaving early all the stuff that doesnt get done multiplies. Basically this means I'd have to start working for free, fuck that noise.
You might find this all a bit odd because you might be under the assumption that I am in charge of the department I work in. I'm not. I run it because I'm the only person in the store that knows how to. I'm not paid to supervise it despite thats what I do. I'm not paid to train new staff members, despite thats what I'm doing. I'm not paid to take shit of management, yet thats what i do. I get paid the same as the dude that collects trolleys and that fucking sucks. I'm expected to act as a supervisor, but dont hold that rank or the financial compensation for doing so.
I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next, I'm off for two days and expect utter carnage when I return on Friday. Then I'm not there at all next week, cope with that you fuckers. Of course they won't and i'll spend a few weeks fixing it all. On top of doing everything else.
I so have to find another job.
Lets finish on a high note shall we. My sister is getting married in a week. I know I'm supposed to be stoic and male and stuff, but Jesus my little sister is getting married! How are you supposed to stop welling up at the sheer joy of it all? I'll just have to keep Clint Eastwood in mind, he wouldnt cry at such a thing. He'd probably just consider it an inconvenience that stopped him from killing bad dudes.
If you've waded through this cheers, and I'll write some more nonsense for you later.
BYE BYE!