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"I never could get the hang of Thursdays"

Trust me to miss out on a bargain. This morning, when thowing out the flyers and folders that somehow made it through my letterbox in the last week or so, my eye caught on the notice that they were having a sale at Electric City, and that the Creative Zen Touch 20GB would be going for a song (or almost, at only 189,99 euros). Up until that moment, I hadn't seriously thought about getting myself an mp3 player, but over the course of the day, I managed to convince myself that I could not live another day without one. The thought that soon, I could go into town and get this shiny new gadget, was all that kept me going through another shitty day at work. All the way to the shop, I felt like I was walking on air.

And now I'm back home, without it. They had sold out.

I never could get the hang of Thursdays.


May. 12th, 2006 04:15 pm (UTC)


*grabs the Anchor*

OK, Garibaldi, bend over...

Client finally let you come up for air?

Not so as you'd notice. But I laugh in the face of the client and tweak his/her nose.

Then I run away and hide and pretend it wasn't me.

It's getting worse by the minute.

Oh, dear. Is this all down to Jobsworth or the situation in general?
May. 12th, 2006 05:58 pm (UTC)
Mostl, its the situation in general, but'of course, having Jobsworth there isn't helping matters any. I can't believe that man sometimes. No fewer than 5 people have left the team in the last month, one in a blazing row; and another is poised to leave at the end of this month. Meanwhile, Jobsworth is trying to get in some temps to relieve the situation a bit, but he's making impossible demands on people -- so not only do I now have to do the job of 3 or 4 people, and train 2 newbies, but this morning I came in and Gianni, who's been there less than 3 weeks, tells me that because he was half an hour late coming in (because he'd careened into a car on the way to work, but since he'd only sustained a few minor scratches had picked himself up and come in anyway), Boy had decreed that he'd have to make up for lost time by working through his lunchbreak. Poor lad, he's only just turned 20 and this is his first job, so he thought he'd better do as he was told. So I went up to Boy and told him I hoped he'd been joking, he said he hadn't, I said he was a heartless bastard, he said I should mind my own business, I said he was acting against the law...and then Gianni said he didn't want me to make waves and he'd skip lunch if that was what Boy thought was appropriate. So in the end Boy was happy, I was seething, and Gianni went hungry.

I swear, the only thing that's keeping me there is the promise of redundancy in the not too distant future...hope it's not a fata morgana.