I forgot to check that I wasn't depositing large amounts of spiders on my bed when I got undressed last night, so spent ages whacking various parts of my body when I felt them itching!
Spent today in the minilab, trying my damndest to avoid the customers, and for the most part, failing miserably. Why oh why do people choose Bank Holidays to come and ask for refunds? Don't they understand that there'll be no-one around who knows what they're doing? I've never been trained to give refunds, I just stole a supervisor's sign-on number and learnt how to do it out of necessity! My theory is "yeah whatever, have your money back if it'll make you go away!" (that probably shouldn't be mentioned to my employers!)
Someone came in and decided that, on Saturday, their sandwiches were too soggy. So they phoned the Boots Customer Care line this morning - BANK HOLIDAY ARSEHOLE! Ye gods some people are dense. So after arguing with him for a few minutes I got bored and refunded him his £2.20. I hate the public.
I don't think anyone reads this blog :o( I'm just talking to myself. Oh well - I'm sure I'll look back on it when I'm rich and famous in the future and laaaaugh at my lack of ability to find a decent job!
I need to sleep, but it's too early to sleep and I'll miss Big Brother. And that can't happen!
Ok, so having read back over what I've just written I've realised why no-one reads (and therefore comments on) my blog - I'm so boring! Waaaaaaaaaah!