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Wonderful start to my holidays. (some language, longish)
Ok got a week off work, to paper a couple of rooms at home. Think I'll need another week to recover.
I've already posted about my Deputy Managers' amazing aunt, who came back (somewhat briefly) from the dead. Read it here.
Next we have drunken douchebag at the end of my last shift on Saturday. This particular specimen of sub-humanity tried to steal 2 cases of lager last year. I say tried because he was so drunk he bust the boxes and dropped most of the cans on the floor.
A few weeks after that he came in to the shop to buy something. And was quite surprised when I asked him to leave. So Saturday night he comes in about 15 minutes before close, drunk, with a load of teenage scallies with him.
Strike 1: you're pissed.
Strike 2: I know you're gonna share it with your harem outside.
Strike 3: You stole from us
Strikes 4-10: You fucking stole from us douchnozle!!
I was somewhat less than surprised when he got angry when I told him he wasn't getting served. Apparently I was "starting to annoy him". The usual threats of violence followed. He soon left when I picked up the phone at the checkouts and called the police.
Then while I was reporting this to the police... He came back in to buy cig papers!. Yet more threats of violence while I'm talking to the cops, you moron. Plus some rather confusing hand gestures. I couldn't quite tell if he wanted to hit me or manually pleasure me. Neither option was particularly attractive. The one thing I'm grateful for is that it wasn't any of my female staff on. Especially K, whose quite a timid person*. I really think if she'd been on that night, she wouldn't come back to work.
And now it's 4:45 am on the second day of my hols, and I've been at work since 2am and will be here til after 7am. We've had a burglary, they've grabbed what looks like a couple of grand of cigs. I can't leave the premises because I can't secure an exit they've used until SOCO (CSI:UK) have inspected it. And I can't get on with any jobs, because I won't be able to keep an eye on it to make sure no-one else tries to come in.
*One thing that does put a smile on my face. I do sometimes tease K about the fact she's scared of so much, other staff/thunder/pictures of kittens. She hasn't been here long, so I was showing here where we store spare carrier bags etc in the warehouse. We walked round a corner and she screamed. There was a full length mirror propped against a wall. I can now honestly say that K is afraid of her own reflection
I've already posted about my Deputy Managers' amazing aunt, who came back (somewhat briefly) from the dead. Read it here.
Next we have drunken douchebag at the end of my last shift on Saturday. This particular specimen of sub-humanity tried to steal 2 cases of lager last year. I say tried because he was so drunk he bust the boxes and dropped most of the cans on the floor.
A few weeks after that he came in to the shop to buy something. And was quite surprised when I asked him to leave. So Saturday night he comes in about 15 minutes before close, drunk, with a load of teenage scallies with him.
Strike 1: you're pissed.
Strike 2: I know you're gonna share it with your harem outside.
Strike 3: You stole from us
Strikes 4-10: You fucking stole from us douchnozle!!
I was somewhat less than surprised when he got angry when I told him he wasn't getting served. Apparently I was "starting to annoy him". The usual threats of violence followed. He soon left when I picked up the phone at the checkouts and called the police.
Then while I was reporting this to the police... He came back in to buy cig papers!. Yet more threats of violence while I'm talking to the cops, you moron. Plus some rather confusing hand gestures. I couldn't quite tell if he wanted to hit me or manually pleasure me. Neither option was particularly attractive. The one thing I'm grateful for is that it wasn't any of my female staff on. Especially K, whose quite a timid person*. I really think if she'd been on that night, she wouldn't come back to work.
And now it's 4:45 am on the second day of my hols, and I've been at work since 2am and will be here til after 7am. We've had a burglary, they've grabbed what looks like a couple of grand of cigs. I can't leave the premises because I can't secure an exit they've used until SOCO (CSI:UK) have inspected it. And I can't get on with any jobs, because I won't be able to keep an eye on it to make sure no-one else tries to come in.
*One thing that does put a smile on my face. I do sometimes tease K about the fact she's scared of so much, other staff/thunder/pictures of kittens. She hasn't been here long, so I was showing here where we store spare carrier bags etc in the warehouse. We walked round a corner and she screamed. There was a full length mirror propped against a wall. I can now honestly say that K is afraid of her own reflection
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