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Quick Update:
Friday night - spent alone (as ever D:) as parents were at a baseball dinner (for my brother's and father's team), my brother was at the Football and my sister was at a 21st. Midnight Swim, with 40minutes warning, supported/opened for Jimmy Barnes at The Metro. Did no work for my music assignment.
Saturday - No uni work done, but I did have work (which meant a 7:20am rise *grumbles*). Red Light Special throughout the entire Mall, rush rush rush. We didn't actually tell anyone about the specials (because we are sneaky and hardcore), so unless they asked, they paid full price. Annoying promoters with Flashing Red Lights of Doom were berating customers with slick sweet-talk and speakers on full. Awesome Jamaican Percussive Trio (who we loved), Stupid Jester Man (who told the percussion people we didn't like their awesomely rendition of Killing Me Softly *stabsstabSTABITYstab*), Hello Kitty, Two Giant Inflated Men, Accordian Playing Man, and an assortment of Shockingly Horrible "musical" Groups swept through the Mall too. In terms of my own in-store work, something just didn't wake up until about midday, and by that time it's just too late to make ammends. I, personally, blame the early morning coupled with the Flashing Lights of Doom, and the Announcers of Death. That, and the lack of good music choices on the part of the boys out the back (the bakers). Oh, and at Mass, we spent half the time filling in a stupid survey so the Powers That Be can allocate funding appropriately and whatnot. Thing is, half of it was about what we think about the church using insurance companies and how we feel about asylum seekers/detention centres. WTF DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH MONEY FOR THE CHURCH? It's this kind of absolute CRAP that makes me want to drop Religion altogether. WhyTF do I have to subscribe to a deity, not even a deity but the followers of a deity who make up random rules to empower themselves, to be a good person? ... I should save this stuff up for later, when it comes the time to tell my parents that. They won't be happy, but oh well. I wonder which they'll prefer - that I like boys, or that I don't like Religion.
Sunday - bleh. Far too hot. Winds knocked down powerlines, trees and the like again (after repeated tellings to play nicely, Winds still won't listen). Started work at 8am (opening the store for the first time!! I've worked there for two years now, and I still had no idea what I was doing), and had to get up at 7am just incase I had to walk to work ('cause silly me forgot to ask for a lift last night). Then I had a Trainee-Level on with me from 9am until 2pm when we both left. I really could have just worked by myself the entire day and we would have faired just as well - my till had $750 at the end of the day, hers had $350 (if she was lucky - I used her till a few times throughout the day even though I'm not supposed to [shutup I was the boss today] so she really had fewer sales than that and I had more). Seriously, she's so slow that several times I noticed I was getting through three and four customers for every one of hers. And there are others who are better and faster than I am, so... yeah. Sorry for the release, but the lack of experienced staff at our store is quickly dwindling, and that won't be helped if Amy and I decide to quit soon (which we are both seriously contemplating), and it's just really getting on my nerves how crap the newbies are. It doesn't help that half of them don't speak the best English, nor that they refuse to listen to just about any directions, constructive criticisms, or at the worst of time straight out commands. I know that sounds horrible, but after dealing with some of them for 6 hours straight, one on one, doing their work for them plus your own work, and then they decide to do half-arsed jobs in all the cleaning things they have to do, and you then have to stay back for an extra half hour to an hour... it's a wonder they're all still alive. I know I can be patient, extremely patient, immensely patient (and humble too :P) but my patience is highly soluble in "I'm not even going to try" situations, much like a teaspoon of sugar in boiling water. Thank heavens I won't have to see any of them until next Saturday. And I start with Amy anyway, so that'll be good.
K, so maybe I should work on my music assignment that's due tomorrow now? Yeah... maybe.
Friday night - spent alone (as ever D:) as parents were at a baseball dinner (for my brother's and father's team), my brother was at the Football and my sister was at a 21st. Midnight Swim, with 40minutes warning, supported/opened for Jimmy Barnes at The Metro. Did no work for my music assignment.
Saturday - No uni work done, but I did have work (which meant a 7:20am rise *grumbles*). Red Light Special throughout the entire Mall, rush rush rush. We didn't actually tell anyone about the specials (because we are sneaky and hardcore), so unless they asked, they paid full price. Annoying promoters with Flashing Red Lights of Doom were berating customers with slick sweet-talk and speakers on full. Awesome Jamaican Percussive Trio (who we loved), Stupid Jester Man (who told the percussion people we didn't like their awesomely rendition of Killing Me Softly *stabsstabSTABITYstab*), Hello Kitty, Two Giant Inflated Men, Accordian Playing Man, and an assortment of Shockingly Horrible "musical" Groups swept through the Mall too. In terms of my own in-store work, something just didn't wake up until about midday, and by that time it's just too late to make ammends. I, personally, blame the early morning coupled with the Flashing Lights of Doom, and the Announcers of Death. That, and the lack of good music choices on the part of the boys out the back (the bakers). Oh, and at Mass, we spent half the time filling in a stupid survey so the Powers That Be can allocate funding appropriately and whatnot. Thing is, half of it was about what we think about the church using insurance companies and how we feel about asylum seekers/detention centres. WTF DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH MONEY FOR THE CHURCH? It's this kind of absolute CRAP that makes me want to drop Religion altogether. WhyTF do I have to subscribe to a deity, not even a deity but the followers of a deity who make up random rules to empower themselves, to be a good person? ... I should save this stuff up for later, when it comes the time to tell my parents that. They won't be happy, but oh well. I wonder which they'll prefer - that I like boys, or that I don't like Religion.
Sunday - bleh. Far too hot. Winds knocked down powerlines, trees and the like again (after repeated tellings to play nicely, Winds still won't listen). Started work at 8am (opening the store for the first time!! I've worked there for two years now, and I still had no idea what I was doing), and had to get up at 7am just incase I had to walk to work ('cause silly me forgot to ask for a lift last night). Then I had a Trainee-Level on with me from 9am until 2pm when we both left. I really could have just worked by myself the entire day and we would have faired just as well - my till had $750 at the end of the day, hers had $350 (if she was lucky - I used her till a few times throughout the day even though I'm not supposed to [shutup I was the boss today] so she really had fewer sales than that and I had more). Seriously, she's so slow that several times I noticed I was getting through three and four customers for every one of hers. And there are others who are better and faster than I am, so... yeah. Sorry for the release, but the lack of experienced staff at our store is quickly dwindling, and that won't be helped if Amy and I decide to quit soon (which we are both seriously contemplating), and it's just really getting on my nerves how crap the newbies are. It doesn't help that half of them don't speak the best English, nor that they refuse to listen to just about any directions, constructive criticisms, or at the worst of time straight out commands. I know that sounds horrible, but after dealing with some of them for 6 hours straight, one on one, doing their work for them plus your own work, and then they decide to do half-arsed jobs in all the cleaning things they have to do, and you then have to stay back for an extra half hour to an hour... it's a wonder they're all still alive. I know I can be patient, extremely patient, immensely patient (and humble too :P) but my patience is highly soluble in "I'm not even going to try" situations, much like a teaspoon of sugar in boiling water. Thank heavens I won't have to see any of them until next Saturday. And I start with Amy anyway, so that'll be good.
K, so maybe I should work on my music assignment that's due tomorrow now? Yeah... maybe.