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Jul. 29th, 2007 05:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolToday I did not shout "YOU LAZY SACK OF SHIT DO SOME BLOODY WORK AND PRETENDING THERE'S A SPIDER ON ME WILL NOT ENDEAR YOU TO ME, GOBSHITE."
All things considered, I think I was rather restrained. Here is the thing: the job I do involves a duty of care. We do things wrong and people don't get the wrong order of food or buy a broken item (for example); people die.
We laugh, we joke, some staff do more work than others; I'm about average, I think, and I'm pretty good at talking to the more lucid ones and I can make one completely barmy woman laugh like a drain which makes me laugh more and she laughs more and eventually we're in stiches together. So, you know, it works. I can take people taking the mick out of me. This guy, however, completely winds me up the wrong way. There are jobs I don't like to do - the gross ones are a bit obvious, but I am totally anti-teeth and I hate pegging the laundry up, and there are those I don't like sorting out in the morning because I don't get on with them, but I do it because it needs doing. It is a thing. We all do shit we don't like, but when you are the newby - I am sort of morphing out of newby status as I've now done two months of this, but he is at the two week mark and he is SHIT. MAKE SOME FUCKING EFFORT TO LEARN PEOPLE'S NAMES, IT ISN'T HARD. PLEASE STOP LEAVING EARLY ALSO.
Argh. He is basically a child in a 23 year old man's body and so help me god I'm going to batter him at this rate because he just won't take orders. I'm not even giving orders - I'm asking him to do stuff that I can't do, like give a helpless woman a drink because I'm busy feeding two others, and does he do it? No. He has no reason to listen to me, but a bit of help might go down well. Instead I went late to my lunch so she could have a drink. GO ME.
Also he has one of those really annoying Skelmersdale accents. People from Skem often try to sound as though they are from the inner streets of Liverpool. Admittingly, in the late 1940s they were, given that they were all basically refugees from the bombed areas; nearly sixty years later, they really should stop sounding like that. Normal Scousers don't sound like that, ferchissake!
In other news about work, I am on the trip tomorrow. Own clothes and paid-for lunch! SCORE! It's sad, but I'm genuinely excited about this on the basis that it is something New.
Last night I watched Serenity on the telly. I forgot how much I enjoyed that film and how much it aches that poor old Firefly never got a proper airing. Oh, Firefly. *clings* Also, Zoe is hot. Phwoar.
Today, in an attempt to try and sort out my LJ and make it work properly, I have edited my whole account. I rather like it. It's a little bit emo, but I sort of like it, actually; the art is pretty and I've changed some of the titles and stuff to try and make it a bit interesting. I've had the same layout for about three and a half years, so change is frightening and unnerving. Still: change is a good thing. I'm buying more icon spaces too, so I can update my icons and get all the old ones back.
People have been telling me all the while in uni that I should stop being so serious and just do stuff on whims. People at work rather disapprove of the half-life of students, living two lives, being two people. Sometimes St Andrews feels like a dream - I actually dreamt of snow of the beach the other night and woke up aching to be back in a place where I dictate my own life and let my brain work rather than have nauseatingly repetitive conversations about the weather, bodily functions (I love my job, what can I say) and what we're having for tea. I feel as though I've never left; I'm sat in the room with the same posters I've had since I was fifteen that I can't bear to take down, so there's a big LOTR theme, and putting up some postcards of historical figures (yes, I do hang pictures of dead kings and queens on my wall. YOUR POINT) and the odd poster isn't really helping as much as it could.
Stuff for Italy is being booked - it's exciting and scary to get my Italian rail pass - and it's my *gulp* twentieth birthday in three weeks but still, it feels as though I'm stuck in treacle, as though nothing will ever change. So I have to remind myself that stuff will change and if LJ is the way to do it then SO BE IT. Etc. Excuse me a moment, I need to dive into the land of icons.
All things considered, I think I was rather restrained. Here is the thing: the job I do involves a duty of care. We do things wrong and people don't get the wrong order of food or buy a broken item (for example); people die.
We laugh, we joke, some staff do more work than others; I'm about average, I think, and I'm pretty good at talking to the more lucid ones and I can make one completely barmy woman laugh like a drain which makes me laugh more and she laughs more and eventually we're in stiches together. So, you know, it works. I can take people taking the mick out of me. This guy, however, completely winds me up the wrong way. There are jobs I don't like to do - the gross ones are a bit obvious, but I am totally anti-teeth and I hate pegging the laundry up, and there are those I don't like sorting out in the morning because I don't get on with them, but I do it because it needs doing. It is a thing. We all do shit we don't like, but when you are the newby - I am sort of morphing out of newby status as I've now done two months of this, but he is at the two week mark and he is SHIT. MAKE SOME FUCKING EFFORT TO LEARN PEOPLE'S NAMES, IT ISN'T HARD. PLEASE STOP LEAVING EARLY ALSO.
Argh. He is basically a child in a 23 year old man's body and so help me god I'm going to batter him at this rate because he just won't take orders. I'm not even giving orders - I'm asking him to do stuff that I can't do, like give a helpless woman a drink because I'm busy feeding two others, and does he do it? No. He has no reason to listen to me, but a bit of help might go down well. Instead I went late to my lunch so she could have a drink. GO ME.
Also he has one of those really annoying Skelmersdale accents. People from Skem often try to sound as though they are from the inner streets of Liverpool. Admittingly, in the late 1940s they were, given that they were all basically refugees from the bombed areas; nearly sixty years later, they really should stop sounding like that. Normal Scousers don't sound like that, ferchissake!
In other news about work, I am on the trip tomorrow. Own clothes and paid-for lunch! SCORE! It's sad, but I'm genuinely excited about this on the basis that it is something New.
Last night I watched Serenity on the telly. I forgot how much I enjoyed that film and how much it aches that poor old Firefly never got a proper airing. Oh, Firefly. *clings* Also, Zoe is hot. Phwoar.
Today, in an attempt to try and sort out my LJ and make it work properly, I have edited my whole account. I rather like it. It's a little bit emo, but I sort of like it, actually; the art is pretty and I've changed some of the titles and stuff to try and make it a bit interesting. I've had the same layout for about three and a half years, so change is frightening and unnerving. Still: change is a good thing. I'm buying more icon spaces too, so I can update my icons and get all the old ones back.
People have been telling me all the while in uni that I should stop being so serious and just do stuff on whims. People at work rather disapprove of the half-life of students, living two lives, being two people. Sometimes St Andrews feels like a dream - I actually dreamt of snow of the beach the other night and woke up aching to be back in a place where I dictate my own life and let my brain work rather than have nauseatingly repetitive conversations about the weather, bodily functions (I love my job, what can I say) and what we're having for tea. I feel as though I've never left; I'm sat in the room with the same posters I've had since I was fifteen that I can't bear to take down, so there's a big LOTR theme, and putting up some postcards of historical figures (yes, I do hang pictures of dead kings and queens on my wall. YOUR POINT) and the odd poster isn't really helping as much as it could.
Stuff for Italy is being booked - it's exciting and scary to get my Italian rail pass - and it's my *gulp* twentieth birthday in three weeks but still, it feels as though I'm stuck in treacle, as though nothing will ever change. So I have to remind myself that stuff will change and if LJ is the way to do it then SO BE IT. Etc. Excuse me a moment, I need to dive into the land of icons.
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Date: 2007-07-29 10:34 pm (UTC)I keep meaning to change the posters in my room. I also have lots of LOTR related stuff, and I like it, yes, but I want a change. I'm a wee bit scared there are spiders waiting to leap out at me from behind them, though. Eek.
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Date: 2007-08-01 08:12 pm (UTC)OH GOD SPIDERS ARGH. I hadn't even thought of that!
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Date: 2007-08-01 08:30 pm (UTC)Eek. Er, sorry for putting the idea into your head? I am just going to ignore mine some more, in the hope that they will spontaneously tidy themselves away.
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Date: 2007-08-01 08:38 pm (UTC)SUNDAY IS REALLY SOON! YAY!!!
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Date: 2007-08-01 09:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-31 04:43 pm (UTC)Speaking of, anything you'd like for your birthday? I mean, my 21st is less than six months off and we're having strippers, so I could just buy you a dance when you come to that ;)
xxx
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Date: 2007-08-01 08:14 pm (UTC)But yes, I am a teeny baby. I know.
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Date: 2007-08-02 06:38 pm (UTC)And you are not a teeny tiny baby, unless you particularly feel like being one... I feel waaay less mature when I look at you, with your job, and your holiday abroad that you've actually booked, and your vague ideas that actually turn into happenings...
ah well.
I miss hugs.
*hug*
xx