Can't believe that it's almost been a week since I posted. You know, there was a time in my life where I was posting every day...If not more than once a day. Anyway, there you go. That's life.
Last week I took Mad, my oldest younger sister, up to the University of Sydney so she could take a look around, to show the kid what she's aspiring to (she's fifteen, I'm pleased that she's aspiring to anything), and also so I could check it out again. We walked so much, lol, my blisters had blisters. Sad, really. And we got lost. Very, really lost. But it was fun nonetheless. After that we hung out in Newtown - broadening horizons and all that - and had lunch (my shout, natch). I persuaded her to have the waffles from this cafe we went to and it was a good choice, apparently, considering that of all of the things we did and saw, that was what she waxed lyrical about. Oy. Anyway, I'd be lying if I said that there wasn't an agenda...She's so freakishly controlled with her diet (30g of almonds, come on...), so to see her actually enjoy something sweet and not that great for you was good. Besides, growing kids need a little sugar and fat.
She's a super funny kid and really smart, for all of her blonde moments (brunettes having blonde moments, I know). I mean, she topped her year in two subjects and came top five for the rest of them. Scary stuff. She's a weirdo, too, which is cool - We were sitting on the couch watching...something...And she walked up to me with some pear pieces and said, "look! we're a pear on a couch!"...Or pair, I suppose...And then she got the giggles...And spent the rest of the afternoon trying to come up with other fruit puns. Tough job, that.
Had the worst day yesterday when I got told off by the Director for...Well, nothing, really. Alan came up to me, like, five minutes before close and told me to grab a duster and dust some large tool boxes, which I did. Then he comes up to me yelling about how I'm just smearing the dust around and that I had to get the duster....I did have the duster. He meant a rag. Anyway, so I got the rag - grinding my teeth, of course - and proceeded to dust the toolboxes and listened to him yell at me to dust the barbecues we just brought in. Which I did...I did the ones at the front of the shop and I did the one in the middle, all thoroughly so he wouldn't have a reason to give me shit again...And then he went fucking ballistic....Yelling at me to just do my job instead of standing around doing nothing and that it's so frustrating that he has to tell me to do stuff (or whatever he said), and that if I did it right the first time, he wouldn't have to do this, so I should just give him the rag and he'd do it all for me.
And so he went along and dusted some tables that we'd brought in....Which were neither toolboxes or barbecues.
Frankly, the way he treated me was unnecessary, unprofessional and insane. If he wanted something done, all he had to do was ask. And honestly, I don't get paid enough to be spoken to that way...He's a Director (or dickhead) of a company and it's not particularly good form for him to be going around, yelling at employees like that. I wonder if he's ever found that his demeanour encourages people to be counter-productive? Because in my experience, the more you fuck with people and yell at them, the less they are likely to do for you.
Anyway. That was the highlight of my week and I am so looking forward to next Tuesday where Alan will, no doubt, have another bone to pick with me. I wonder if I'll be able to keep my mouth shut...
P.S. As a therapeutic mantra, I stalk around the shop with my resignation letter going around in my head on repeat. I have it ready, word for word, for some time not too far from now.
Last week I took Mad, my oldest younger sister, up to the University of Sydney so she could take a look around, to show the kid what she's aspiring to (she's fifteen, I'm pleased that she's aspiring to anything), and also so I could check it out again. We walked so much, lol, my blisters had blisters. Sad, really. And we got lost. Very, really lost. But it was fun nonetheless. After that we hung out in Newtown - broadening horizons and all that - and had lunch (my shout, natch). I persuaded her to have the waffles from this cafe we went to and it was a good choice, apparently, considering that of all of the things we did and saw, that was what she waxed lyrical about. Oy. Anyway, I'd be lying if I said that there wasn't an agenda...She's so freakishly controlled with her diet (30g of almonds, come on...), so to see her actually enjoy something sweet and not that great for you was good. Besides, growing kids need a little sugar and fat.
She's a super funny kid and really smart, for all of her blonde moments (brunettes having blonde moments, I know). I mean, she topped her year in two subjects and came top five for the rest of them. Scary stuff. She's a weirdo, too, which is cool - We were sitting on the couch watching...something...And she walked up to me with some pear pieces and said, "look! we're a pear on a couch!"...Or pair, I suppose...And then she got the giggles...And spent the rest of the afternoon trying to come up with other fruit puns. Tough job, that.
Had the worst day yesterday when I got told off by the Director for...Well, nothing, really. Alan came up to me, like, five minutes before close and told me to grab a duster and dust some large tool boxes, which I did. Then he comes up to me yelling about how I'm just smearing the dust around and that I had to get the duster....I did have the duster. He meant a rag. Anyway, so I got the rag - grinding my teeth, of course - and proceeded to dust the toolboxes and listened to him yell at me to dust the barbecues we just brought in. Which I did...I did the ones at the front of the shop and I did the one in the middle, all thoroughly so he wouldn't have a reason to give me shit again...And then he went fucking ballistic....Yelling at me to just do my job instead of standing around doing nothing and that it's so frustrating that he has to tell me to do stuff (or whatever he said), and that if I did it right the first time, he wouldn't have to do this, so I should just give him the rag and he'd do it all for me.
And so he went along and dusted some tables that we'd brought in....Which were neither toolboxes or barbecues.
Frankly, the way he treated me was unnecessary, unprofessional and insane. If he wanted something done, all he had to do was ask. And honestly, I don't get paid enough to be spoken to that way...He's a Director (or dickhead) of a company and it's not particularly good form for him to be going around, yelling at employees like that. I wonder if he's ever found that his demeanour encourages people to be counter-productive? Because in my experience, the more you fuck with people and yell at them, the less they are likely to do for you.
Anyway. That was the highlight of my week and I am so looking forward to next Tuesday where Alan will, no doubt, have another bone to pick with me. I wonder if I'll be able to keep my mouth shut...
P.S. As a therapeutic mantra, I stalk around the shop with my resignation letter going around in my head on repeat. I have it ready, word for word, for some time not too far from now.