why I am still smiling

[darkhavens]

I have just spent 6 hours (5pm-11pm) restocking shelves and being polite to the locals and grockles (tourists) on this, the unofficial first day of August Bank Holiday Weekend Hell.

Today I have been called Maid, Darlin', Love, Sweetheart, Pet, Hon, Miss, my real name (by complete strangers who read it off my left tit), Babe, Chuck and Trouble, and I've kept on smiling.

I have mopped up spilled milk, spilled wine and spilled tears, and I've kept on smiling.

I have spent 20 minutes trying to balance a till that insisted on being £30 down, even knowing that I will not be blamed for the shortage as the damn thing had been in use since 7am, through three shifts and hasn't been cashed up once. And through it all I kept on smiling.

I have been violently assaulted by a spring-loaded freezer door, and can still feel the raised welt on my shoulder now, four hours later. And yet I'm still smiling.

Why?

Because we have Ben and Jerry's on offer - £2.99 for half a litre tub, or £5 for two. So I'm sitting here with B&J's Bohemian Raspberry and a chilled bottle of Jacques Fruit de Bois cider. And in my freezer sits a tub each of Fossil Fuel, Cherry Garcia and Phish Food.

And there is fresh porn on my flist!

Life is good. *hugs you all*

Comments

[katbcoll.livejournal.com]

How many people ask if you work there? This is knowing you have a nametag and assuming you have to wear some kind of apron. I worked at a small bookstore from 1988 to 1995 and got asked constantly "Do you work here?". This is even with wearing an apron with the store's name on it, plus a nametag that also bore the store's name....

So sweetie *snerks*, is now the time to tell you that I actually own a t-shirt that says "Trouble Finds Me"? Also? Sooooo sooo sooo very glad I read your post after going to the grocery store. Otherwise I would have come home with ice cream.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

How many people ask if you work there?

So many people! And, up until last month, the uniforms had the Spar logo in a print form, so I was plastered with logos from neck to hip, along with my Spar name badge.

But even funnier is that occasionally, when I go into the Somerfield (the competition) across the road in uniform, people ask me if I work there too. *head desk*

Ha! That's a very appropriate t-shirt! :D

[katbcoll.livejournal.com]

when I go into the Somerfield (the competition) across the road in uniform, people ask me if I work there too.
*laughs* Now that sounds about right!