31 March 2010 – Celebration Time!

Celebration Time!

Celebration Time!

The walk to work was cancelled this morning due to exceptionally high winds. Getting blown off the Big Bridge is not on my to do list. Then again, it would get me out of answering the phones all day. Even going over the bridge on the bus was a white knuckle ride. We got suck in traffic half way across and I swear the bus was rocking with each gust. There was a point when I thought walking and going over the side was preferable to being trapped in a sinking bus. Continue reading

29 March 2010 – half dead and cursing the celebration binge

Strangled by those size eight leggings

Strangled by those size eight leggings

It was a bus to work this morning, feeling half dead and cursing Ali Rana for not giving me the day off. Amy’s empty seat just rubbed salt into the wounds. If there’s any justice her size eight leggings will strangle her. To cap it all our systems were down most of the day. You’d think they’d have let us go home but they didn’t. We spent all day answering calls, telling people the systems were down and either directing them to the website or filling in a call back form. We all did our best to discourage the latter because we know for sure those call backs are not going to happen. Continue reading

25 March 2010 – it’s not what you know…

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The weekend is on the way and it’s a mad busy one. There’s an eye test, a hair cut and coffee with Mac to fit in not to mention Wembley. It would have been handy if I could have got Monday off really, I’m going to be exhausted. Goodness only knows how I coped when I had two day weekends, even with three I’m struggling to do everything. Continue reading

17 March 2010 – power cut

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Eloelia was late again this morning. Apparently her child minder didn’t turn up. She’s pretty unreliable. Ali Rana gave her a real dressing down in front of everyone, said he’d put her on report if it happened again and she’d have to work through break to make the time up. She just flounced off to her desk without a word which wound him up all the more. Continue reading

9 March 2010 – disappointment but expected

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There was a brief moment when I considered not asking for the Monday after the Johnson Paint Trophy Final off at all. Since I started I haven’t had a single sick day so I could have just phoned in on the Monday morning and said I was ill. In my whole life I have never once skived work though and I’m so crap at lying I would never be able to pull it off. Somehow it would seem like tempting fate too. Knowing my luck I’d end up coming down with some terrible illness, having loads of time off and getting sacked because I was one day over the allowed sickness for the year. Continue reading

25 February 2010 – the week from hell and a seagull manager

New photo for my punch bag?

New photo for my punch bag?

Bloody Martin Lewis! Because of him we’ve had the week from hell at Mad House. On Monday morning he was on GMTV going on about Service Contracts. Basically he said they were all a rip off and anyone who had one should contact the company to cancel it. Of course that meant our lines were jammed with angry customers. At this rate I think I’m going to need a different photo for the punch bag when the girls next come round. Funny thing is I used to like his money saving tips on GMTV. Continue reading

15 February 2010 – knowing what to do and doing it are not the same thing

It's not that we don't know it, it's that we don't do it!

It’s not that we don’t know it, it’s that we don’t do it!

As I didn’t weigh in last week I was hoping for a decent loss this week. All I got was one measly pound. For a minute I felt quite hard done by then I thought about it. My eating wasn’t the best, I haven’t been exactly regular with the Pump it Up and, yet again there has been very little walking. I’m not going to use being upset over Jules’ funeral as an excuse because that’s a cop out. My eye was off the ball, much like the Saints team on Saturday afternoon. If I’m going to sit on the beach in a bikini in May I’m going to have to get my finger out. Continue reading

11 February 2010 – a sad day and a turn around

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In the end, even though I couldn’t actually go to the funeral I decided to take the half day Ali Rana had so begrudgingly offered me. That way I would at least be able to sit quietly and think about Jules and say goodbye in my head if not in person. So I sat with some gentle music and did just that. Continue reading

9 February 2010 – a disappointing answer

A hint of compassion?

A hint of compassion?

All day yesterday I waited for Ali Rana to come back to me about the day off. He didn’t and when I asked him again at the end of the day he got quite shirty with me.
“Requests for leave are supposed to be put in at least fourteen days in advance,” he snapped, “technically I should have said no straight away but I’m trying to work something out. With your attitude I’m not sure why I’m bothering.”
What I wanted to say was my friend didn’t know it would be such a problem when she died otherwise, obviously, she’d have given me a bit more notice. That might have been a sure way not to get the day off though so I bit my lip. Continue reading