Archive | May, 2016

Admin(utes onto your day).

31 May

The transition is complete.

I am the person that does their work admin on the train home as opposed to spending that precious time napping. Turns out that going into work two hours early still isn’t enough time to get everything sorted, particularly as I’ve also brought the majority of it back with me to do over the next day or so.

I am such a laugh these days, it’s unreal. Saying that, I do have some fun at work, and I only cried once this week, but that was down to a situation being so downright absurd and unfathomable that I laughed until I wept, which are the best type of tears to have. 

Thankfully, my evening has ended with discussions of The Lion King, disturbingly hench kangaroos and the next big cookbook idea, (which I shall be forcing upon all of you come this festive season), so that definitely helped to put my brain in a much more relaxed state. 

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Everybody Loved Raymond.

30 May

So you arseholes all neglected to tell me that Plymouth Argyle were playing at Wembley today. Thanks guys, I thought we were meant to be friends. I got to the station at 6:30am only to be greeted by a sea of green and white and the most sinking of feelings, mostly because I knew I wasn’t going to get my usual train nap. As it turned out, I got quite lucky – my carriage was chatty, but not overly so for the time of day (even with people already cracking out beers) and I wasn’t trapped with a load of overexcited Argyle fans singing at the top of their voices unlike those in carriage C.

But even without my nap, today was actually quite a nice one at work. It was busy but not packed, and the weather meant everyone was rather pleasant. I didn’t even mind staying a bit later in order to hang some showmaterial in the store, which involved going up a ladder and didn’t result in me falling off and breaking something or someone because I am an adult human who can actually do things successfully. To a certain degree.

The train back wasn’t bad either, as the sun was just starting to set, which gave the view out of the window a glorious orange tint. There was also a tiny boy called Raymond (not Ray. Raymond. Amazing.) who insisted on running up and down the aisle for the entire journey whilst eating biscuits and clearly not giving a damn what anybody thought of him. It’s easy to do that when you’re five, not so much when you’re twenty five. 

Window Liker.

29 May

Working in a store that has a first floor meant that it didn’t seem so bad that I was missing all of the glorious weather, considering I had absolutely no windows to gaze longingly out of. 

I did have to put a kibosh on customers mentioning the sun – thankfully most of them understood the woe of my rapidly decreasing vitamin d levels. I still couldn’t forget how nice it was outside considering that 70% of people were buying suncream or hayfever tablets.

The crowds that will come in tomorrow on the bank holiday because they’ve got sunstroke will NOT fall in the same part of the Venn diagram, believe me.

Gold Medal Position.

28 May

Even as a seasoned sleeping champion, falling asleep within 7 minutes of getting home from work and into bed impressed me. (Hence the lack of “daily” blog.) 

It was actually quite useful though, given I was up again at a silly hour to get back in to Exeter, and with it being a bank holiday AND the Big Weekend, I didn’t fancy turning up late and have nobody there to open up the store.

But I survived, despite it being impossibly busy and now I’ve only got three days of work left until I’m off again. So that’s totally doable. Not that I have the option for it not to be, mind.

Manageable.

26 May

So I made it through my long day at work without crying.

I cannot promise that the same can be said for tomorrow, as at this rate, my brain may well be fried by 10am.

This is all in a day’s work for an Assistant Manager though, so I really should be used to it by now. All I can hope for is to sleep right through until my alarm at 4am, and then catch another 40 winks (in this case, equivalent to approximately 47 minutes) on the train to Exeter.

I’m crossing everything, even though that’ll make my leg go to sleep and I’ll almost go arse over tit whilst trying to walk across the platform.

Again.

Better Together?

25 May

The only problem that I’ve realised about having both my days off in the week together is this:

I’ve kind of forgotten to go to bed. Coming home from work and knowing it’s only a few hours until I have to get up again makes it much easier to send myself back under the duvet.

As I’ve not really had that much to do today, I’ve not expended much energy, and that’s why it’s 11pm and I’m still downstairs on my laptop well aware that I should get some sleep, else the next six days are going to snowball into me being overtired and overemotional, which is the worst combination short of “moist panties”.

I’m going to bed.

Definitely.

Honest.

Preaching To The Converted.

24 May

I have spent my day off doing exactly what I should have. 

Having a lie in (despite actually waking up at 6:15, thank you body clock.), catching up with the single episode of Preacher that’s been released so far (So. Many. Questions.), eating pizza, drinking cider and watching a David Attenborough documentary about bioluminescence when we started feeling a bit sleepy. And I’m home at a reasonable time too, with no parents asleep to wake up with clumpy footsteps.

Everybody has won today.

All Work. No Play.

23 May

Today was very nearly the day at work that utterly broke me, and that is saying something, if we consider that I’ve had a hand in retail for almost nine years. Turns out that self imposed 12 hour shifts are not the wisest of choices.

I can safely say that I understand why so many people go home and drink wine once they finish their day. I settled for pre mixed spirits alone on the train back to Plymouth. 

These next two days off are going to be the best.

Social Chrysallis. 

20 May

The most depressing thing about having to commute to work is when I’m on a late followed by an early. It’s not just because I have to get up at a ridiculous time of the morning in order to actually get to work when I’m supposed to, it’s mostly because when I do leave in the evening, I’m well aware that I’m going to be back in less than 12 hours. 

It’s no wonder that my social life is currently dying a death. 

Love You Later.

18 May

*claws own eyes out*

Eugh. I am still cringing. I was on FaceTime with a friend earlier, then as my send off, decided to go with the delightful portmanteau of “love you later” instead of “love you, see you later”. If I hadn’t drawn attention to it, we would have been fine. But I did. And I got rather embarrassed about it.

What a silly thing I am.

But today’s been nice. Busy, as per, but nice. We’ve been preparing for next week’s management reshuffle at work, where I’m going to be taking over the two till banks as well as heading up customer care in store, so that’s a rather exciting change and a huge step up. I always love a challenge, and this really is going to be my biggest one yet.