The Getaway, Hilary Duff
I’ve had a better day today. Well I did once I got to work anyway. My manager was off, which was naturally meant a more relaxed atmosphere, especially seen as he seems to have taken a real dislike to me. What made it such an awesome day was Richard decided to come in to work. He’s booked the week off as a holiday, but we knew yesterday there would be loads of stuff, and it would need more than just me. He freely admitted at the end of the day he’d had far more fun at work with me than he would have done at home, AND we’d done a massive amount of work. We had an absolute ball. At one point we were just sat in the lift going up and down and up and down. All well and good till we were sat at the Ground floor and someone called the lift up to the First. It was hilarious! Then we spent about half an hour in the main delivery freezer sorting all the comps and stuff out, and boy was it cold. We lost the feeling in numerous places that there should be feeling, but it looked amazingly good once we’d done and we were so proud. I just wish either of us knew what happened to those apple turnovers that had been dumped in our freezer….I picked them up and slug them on our flatbed to return to the right departments damages later and they mysteriously vanished. Hmmm oddness indeed.
I’m off again tomorrow. One of my only days off this week, the only other is Tuesday. It sucks. I have nothing to do tomorrow beyond the usual family trip to ASDA. Work may sometimes be depressing and boring but its better than being sat in front of my laptop all day feeling lonely. I used to love my weekends, but now my days off are just, well empty. Yeah, get a hobby. I know. But that’s not people is it? Yeah I know, it’ll sort itself out come uni, but that is still 2 plus months off. Fact is, I can’t think of a single reason to actually get up tomorrow.
Oh, thanks to the brilliance of Helena the thing with the Halifax appears to be sorted. It was, as I suspected, spam, but I still emailed the Halifax to check, mainly because my Dad will whine if I don’t. With having my bank card stolen not so very long ago I’m pretty wary of stuff like that.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Damages are great. I used to get loads of stuff when I worked in a chilled warehouse. My ex thought I bought her flowers loads, until she realised where they were coming from.
Get yourself a GPS and get up on your moors. You know it makes sense;-)
Post a Comment