Hanging On In There...
That's 2 days I've made it through! Only 4 more to survive before I get one day off... and then another 6... and this having to cover the shop really isn't helping matters. As long as I'm down there, there's so much up at the office I can't get doing.
I was up at the office first thing today so that I could do the wages, but I'd not even started them before the boss was on the phone (for he was down in the shop) asking when I'd be down for he needed to do something back up at the office.
So, I made it down to the shop about 12o'clock, let the boss go, with the promise that he'd come back "just after 1pm" to let me go for lunch... He arrived at 10 to 2 (like yesterday) - funny how shopgirl HAD to go for dinner on the dot of 1pm, isn't it? Oh, and he told me I'd be pretty much "guaranteed my Saturdays" until we get a new shop-assistant... In other words, not a chance of a weekend off! Sort of Ex-Shopgirl is still going to be doing some Saturdays for us, but this weekend I'll be up at the office attempting to cram 5 days' work into one day - as well as trying to fathom out what the boss has done to "help" while I've been down the shop, and fix his mistakes!
My feet have got back into shop mode anyway... they hurt like hell - and it's not like the soles of them... it's the tops, and it seems to be in the bones... and it's sore...
Well, that's about all for my moan for the day - going to let the cats in now (funnily enough, Harriet was in all last night, and there was no way she was going outside that door before I went to work... just in case I didn't let her back in again). Oh, NO! I've just noticed something... It's raining outside... meaning soggy moggy cuddles! Yukkie!
G'night...
I was up at the office first thing today so that I could do the wages, but I'd not even started them before the boss was on the phone (for he was down in the shop) asking when I'd be down for he needed to do something back up at the office.
So, I made it down to the shop about 12o'clock, let the boss go, with the promise that he'd come back "just after 1pm" to let me go for lunch... He arrived at 10 to 2 (like yesterday) - funny how shopgirl HAD to go for dinner on the dot of 1pm, isn't it? Oh, and he told me I'd be pretty much "guaranteed my Saturdays" until we get a new shop-assistant... In other words, not a chance of a weekend off! Sort of Ex-Shopgirl is still going to be doing some Saturdays for us, but this weekend I'll be up at the office attempting to cram 5 days' work into one day - as well as trying to fathom out what the boss has done to "help" while I've been down the shop, and fix his mistakes!
My feet have got back into shop mode anyway... they hurt like hell - and it's not like the soles of them... it's the tops, and it seems to be in the bones... and it's sore...
Well, that's about all for my moan for the day - going to let the cats in now (funnily enough, Harriet was in all last night, and there was no way she was going outside that door before I went to work... just in case I didn't let her back in again). Oh, NO! I've just noticed something... It's raining outside... meaning soggy moggy cuddles! Yukkie!
G'night...
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