Girls are the Epitome of Bitch

They really are.

Someone pointed this out to me a few months ago and I began analysing myself in certain types of situations and I’ve been like, “yep total bitch in that situation”. Anyway this isn’t the point of the post.

There’s this new girl at work who I’ve only met literally a day ago. I have no idea exactly how old she is but she looks like she has graduated high school already and she has not continued her studies further. That is not the point of this post either.

Yesterday this new girl was talking to one of the male workers there and I over hear her say, “Girls are bitches, I hate girls and I don’t want to be friends with any of the girls here because they are too much drama. I am not your typical girl I absolutely hate girls.” Or something along the lines of that. But anyway, I mean c’mon all I wanted to tell her was, do you hear yourself?! You sound like a fucking bitch yourself and if you hate girls so much then why the fuck do you work in the most girl-iest section any store can offer?!!!

Fuck you and your judgemental dim witted mind! I mean fine fair enough, girls may cause drama and maybe they can be a lot to deal with but you know what, she needs to look herself in the mirror to stop making a fool of herself! I thought I was at an age where I wouldn’t have to deal with the bitchiness of girls but apparently not!

Christmas Drinks/Kris Kringle

Last night I went to this work function for a Christmas drink up where we exchange Kris Kringle gifts with each other. It was a simple, straightforward Kris Kringle gift where the boys buy a gift for a boy and girls buy a gift for a girl both with the budget of $10.

I was running a little late, but I eventually got there and mingled with everyone and ate the food that everyone provided. There was sushi  there so I remember I had quite a bit of sushi and prawns too. There was strawberries and dip, so good, haha and there was beer, champagne and cider to wash it down with. One of the managers offered me some champagne and I declined knowing that champagne will go straight to my head which I didn’t find exactly a good idea since it the function didn’t have that kind of vibe. I don’t like the smell/taste of beer so I settled with cider. The cider tasted like apple juice so it was actually really nice even though I’ve never heard of the name before lol.

Anyway, it got around to this present giving time, so one of the workers dressed up as Santa, which was hilarious. Anyway, he sat down on a chair and gave out presents to everyone – now these wasn’t the Kris Kringle gifts but gifts from our store owners/the big bosses, and we all received a present from them. And just letting you know, there are about 40-ish people at the store so these bosses are like super duper nice and generous and everything. Anyway, when we received our presents we all sat on “Santa’s” lap and took a photo with him lol. The worker actually played a really good role as Santa because when I went up there to sit on his lap and receive my present he asked me, “Have you been a good girl this year? Done all your homework?” Lol it’s funny watching a full grown man sitting on another grown man, and also the worker who dressed up as Santa works with his wife so when his wife got called they kissed each other and that just brought be back to the scene in Friends when Ben asks “Why is Monica kissing Santa?” who Chandler dressed up as.

I received a Calvin Klein perfume gift box from the bosses, and I really can’t thank them enough. I first off didn’t expect to receive any gifts from them so I felt very spoilt when I opened up my present and saw a CK one shock for her gift box in my hands. So here’s the packaging of the gift box.

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And here is the perfume bottle and the body cream.

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The perfume actually smells quite nice. It’s a sweet smell with a little bit of fruity, but mostly sweet I think. It’s a good mix for the so-called summer we’ve been experiencing in Melbourne. Argh, can’t wait to wear it out haha.

After the present giving was done we then all got to pick out a gift from the Kris Kringle box. I dived in and found myself a L’Occitane present. I didn’t expect much of it, but I did know that L’Occitane isn’t a cheap brand and their stuff is really good, and the people that I told what I got for KK told me the hand cream alone is at least $11.95 and we were only suppose to spend $10 on the KK gifts. In the bag I received a hand cream as previously mentioned before and this other cream called a Divine cream. Not exactly too sure what it is but I think it’s a moisturiser. Here’s a picture:

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Then in was home time. I remember one of the bosses coming up to me and asking me how many drinks I’ve had. I said I only had one, and he told me to go drink more. Looool, no idea how I feel about my boss encouraging me to drink up! And when it was packing up time, he goes up to me with a shot class of soy sauce and goes, “Hey Kit, wanna do some shots?” Haha!

I got really hungry afterwards, since I realised I barely ate anything and decided to go out to dinner with B from work since she said she was hungry and could give me a lift home. And the night ended there for me once we had our dinner. No pictures of the food though, lol soz.

I think I got violated at work and I haven’t felt the same since (it’s a bad thing)

Yesterday at work two things happened that were past the line of acceptable. The audacity of some people to touch me in places where no one should be touched by a stranger unfortunately happened to me. I’m not talking about someone going in for a boob grab but more subtle weird things, because people are weird fucks. This is why I don’t like people.

The first weird thing that happened was around at lunch time. Anyway, I was working while another fellow employee was on lunch and at the shop we have those doors there they swing open like the ones you find when entering a supermarket. The door started beeping because some retard forcefully opened the door when they were exiting the store since it only automatically opens when you enter. So I walk over and I open the door completely, letting everyone in or out, then once that entrance cleared I snapped it shut so the door would work properly again, and just as I did, an old giant man said, “What about me?” I didn’t want to make him walk all the other way round to the proper exit so I apologised politely and opened the door for him. Just as he walked through, he decides to stroke my cheek and say, “you’re sweet, but don’t tell anyone.” I don’t think I’ve ever been so scarred or wanted to wash my face so much in my life. Ugh I just don’t even, I hope I never see/serve that man ever again.

The second weird thing that happened was at the end of the day. Now it was like 5:00 and we close at 5 and the door was like a quarter way open because there were some last minute shoppers who had 7 hours to get their shopping done but decided to do it last minute because retards. Anyway, this old lady and ducked under the door and while she did, she decided to feel the side of my ass up and when I realised what she doing, I spoke up and said ,”Excuse me, can I help you?” and then she tells me she needs stuff to help her shit because she or her friend hasn’t been shitting for three days so I end up talking about some products they can take for a good 10 minutes that would get their shit out of their body and that is just not how you would want to end a day of working oh god.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt normal since those two incidents. How the hell do I put up with working in retail? Ugh.

One Week

I have about a week until I go back to uni. I have no idea why my uni starts so freakin’ late compared to all the other unis out there, and it’s really stupid that we start so late, because by the time I go back, Deakin are halfway through their trimester and when Monash finish their classes for the semester, I would still have two more weeks to go. Can’t my uni start around the same time as the others? Apparently not.

Quite a bit has happened since I last posted, considering it’s been about a month since I’ve last updated. My holidays have been rather relaxed and enjoyable, yet stressful, but only cause of work. Otherwise than that, I’d rather not have the holidays end because I do not want to go back to Semester 2 and study again. Bottom line, I hate uni and I hate studying. I like eating and doing nothing all day.

Tomorrow is my manager’s farewell party, and I really don’t want her to leave, because the new retail manager at work is sooooo fucking useless. I swear she does nothing all day but take customers down to the registers. Also, the eftpos machines breakdown for a bit, we tell her, she nods, walks off and comes back five minutes later and ask us if the machines are working again, we tell her no and she’s not back with anyone to help us and she just fucking walks off again like it’s our job to fix the machines every time they breakdown. But luckily, we have enough brains to call down to each section of the store and ask for help when we were really stuck. The new owners better get a new and better one who knows what to do.

Anyway, so with this farewell party, I hear it’s going to be massive! I’m sure the majority of the employees are going along with the new owners, and I think workers are going to bring plus ones. Actually, I have no idea if plus ones are allowed, LOL, I guess I’ll know by tomorrow.

The Art of Trolling

Last night at work on my night shift, my bf and I managed to convince a handful of workers that I was pregnant.

We took a pregnancy test from the shelf and told one of the workers to put it through for us. She was absolutely convinced as neither of us were laughing and swearing that I had a possibility of being pregnant, and when she put it through for us there were a three more other workers who were there. They were also convinced that I may be pregnant. All of them had different reactions, one was excited for the baby and wanted to be the godmother, one was like  “oh cool let’s be neutral and not say anything” and the other was like “they’re so noob, and why buy a test here? buy it somewhere else so gossip doesn’t spread”.

I left to go back to my post since the section I was working in was only left with one worker, but the bf stayed so when the girl said the price for us after discount, he said “cool, don’t worry about it” and walked off.

The girl who put us through probably believed us though because she saw me looking through the condom isle at work and she started questioning me, when really I was just cleaning the isle. Of course I didn’t tell her and played along that I needed the condoms for that night, haha.

Mean joke, but hey, I found it funny.

Bitch

I was working a night shift with this sixteen-year-old chick who was filling in for a regular, and this was the first time I met the sixteen-year-old.

When I met her, I found it really hard to talk to her when I asked her questions out of politeness to get to know her better. I tried to keep a conversation going but she didn’t even put in any effort and replied to me in a tone like she wasn’t interested. It turns out she has a lot of attitude.

Breaks at the place I work at are only ten minutes during that particular shift. So this bitch left for her break and didn’t come back in 20 mins, and she knew she was only allowed to take a 10 minute break. I swear, I was soo fucking pissed off when she came back from her break, since she didn’t even have a legit excuse why she took 20 minutes in the first place! She came back and she was like, “I was at Surpre shopping trying to find clothes my size”, okay you fucking Supre-loving whore, listen up!

Firstly, shopping isn’t a legitimate excuse to take 20 minutes on a break, and Supre is only a store for fucking anorexics, not people your size, you chubby bunny!

Secondly, do you know how long 10 minutes is? When you leave at 7:00, you’re suppose to come back at 7:10, not 7:20! And if you do come back that late, the least decent thing you could do is at least apologize and not talk about your shopping expedition to Surpre and how you were going through every piece of fucking clothing on the rack and couldn’t find anything your size there!

I swear I was soo going to tell her off, but I can’t believe I ended not up doing it. Why didn’t I do it?! Ugh, I so should have.

Also, the whole night, this bitch bossed me the fuck around. I mean, who the fuck do you think you are you sixteen year old, terra titted bitch! Don’t fucking tell me to help this and that customer out, and if they actually do need help, at least ask me nicely and not say it in such an authoritative tone like you own the god damn place! And don’t tell me to pull the god damn fucking doors down just because you can’t do it yourself! You should be fucking grateful I came over to help you out in the first place so you wouldn’t look so much like a ‘tard trying to pull them down yourself!

Bitch.

Anyway to end on a lighter note, I’ve handed in my accounting assignment, behaviour and change essay and sat my mid semester test for business law! Aaand I also got a D for one of my essays I handed in weeks ago!! Saaaa haappieeee :’)

A Series of Unfortunate Work Events

SERIES ONE:

At work today when I was on the registers, the EFTPOS machine server went down, and I wasn’t sure when it’d be up and running again. Anyway, this grumpy old, middle-aged man customer came through and after I put everything through he asked to pay by card. I explained to him that I’m not sure if our EFTPOS machines are working at the moment but they might be back up and running so he can give it a go. So at the end of the transaction, it failed, and I told him that it failed because our EFTPOS server is down. He then cracks the shits at me, half shouting and says,

“Are you serious? How do you guys make business if your EFTPOS machines don’t work! How do you expect for customers pay for their stuff?”

And I respond a little confused that he asked those questions, but they were probably supposed to rhetorical ones. Anyway, I said, “Uhh… other customers pay by cash. Do you have any on you?” PROBABLY SHOULDN’T HAVE SAID THE FIRST PART OMGGG WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME LOOOOL

He then says, “Don’t be smart! It’s not nice to be like that towards customers and you’re giving them really bad customer service! And I haven’t got any cash, you’re being extremely rude!”

Then I’m like, “You can go try and see if the EFTPOS machines are working in vitamins and pay there if you’d like.”

He asks where they are really grumpily, and I tell him where it is, and before he walks off he’s like, “Fine, I’ll go there and pay and I’m going to report you! Who’s your supervisor? Who’s your manager? Who’s the owner?”

Where I work, there’s no proper owner at the moment so awks omg so I told him my manager would be down the back in dispensary. And he’s like, “Okay what’s your name? I’m going to report you.” And he was looking at my shirt trying to see if my name was on it but THANK GOD I WAS NOT WEARING MY NAME BADGE OMG HAHAHAHA!

Anyway I got really quiet and didn’t respond immediately and quietly said my name LOL. Not sure if he heard me. Anyway, afterwards I absolutely freaked out and told two other girls who was working the shift with me what had happened, and I pretty much ended the story with “GUYS I’M GOING TO LOSE MY JOB! YOU’RE NOT GONNA SEE ME HERE NEXT TIME WE WORK TOGETHER!”

And because the two girls I was working with were so sweet, they’re like, “Calm down, the manager is on her lunch break. She’s not even working at the moment.”

But I was still freaking out because I didn’t want to be reported omg so I went to dispensary and laundered around there to see if he was actually there but I did a really pathetic job of it because I didn’t want him to be there and point at me and tell the other workers it was me omg I know I’m so paranoid haha D: Anyway, I couldn’t find him but I still wasn’t sure if he’d already lodged in his complaint so I went back to the girls who were working the same shift as me.

Then another worker who worked a shift in dispensary kinda walked passed by me-ish LOL, but yeah I told him about my shitty customer and he’s like, “Oh yeah, I was at dispensary and the guy was like, ‘Hi, I was wondering if you could let me speak to someone in charge or your supervisor. I would like to make a complaint about one of your workers. She was really rude to me.’ So whoever was serving him went to the back to get someone higher who was working but when they came back out, the guy was gone.”

MASSIVE FUCKING RELIEF HAHAHA! After that, all three were trying to calm me down, saying stuff like, “It’s okay, it’s not your fault the EFTPOS machine wasn’t working BLAH BLAH BLAH.” So nice of them, they did make me feel a little better in the end haha. But just saying, I was probably really rude to him LOOOL, I’m not that nice to rude customers anyway hahaha.

SERIES TWO:

A while ago, another worker and I designed a promotional stand for one of the products sold at our store and we entered it into a competition where the winner receives a $100. We agreed to split the money between us so we’d get $50 each.

Anyway, last night/today I found out from the other worker than we won the competition that we entered. I got really, really excited for a split second until I learned that neither of us were getting the money LOL got trolled.

So, the other worker who found out about our winnings first called up the manager and told her about our winnings. The manager tells her that the money won’t be going to us because whatever work we do in the store is claimed by the store, not us. So in a few weeks when the money comes through, the $100 will be spent on morning tea. I wanted my $100 though; our hard work would’ve been more appreciated like that!

Although, when the other worker explained that if the prize was a holiday, the store would raffle it to all the workers in the store and whoever won, got to go in the trip. I’m actually quite glad the prize was $100 and not a holiday trip!

SERIES THREE:

Usually, my Friday night shifts are dead so there’s not that many customers and the two other girls I work with usually end up talking to each other. A customer came through, and needed help with make up so one of us went to help her out (not me though haha). So it was a little while later when another customer came through and said, “you know one of you girls shouldn’t be standing around, chit-chatting, you should be looking around the store… like helping out that customer over there” (which was the customer who needed help with makeup. The worker who was originally helping her out went off to check something for her). “I think she needs some help.”

WELL GUESS WHAT YOU SUPER RUDE LADY TRYING TO TELL US HOW TO DO OUR FUCKING JOB! SHE WAS BEING ALREADY HELPED, YOU DON’T KNOW EVERYTHING THAT’S HAPPENED IN THE STORE! I mean how long have you been in the store? 5 minutes right? Yeah well I’ve been in there for 5 hours so shut the hell up because I’m pretty sure I know which customers are being attended to! And just because she was standing alone, it doesn’t mean she wasn’t being helped out! That lady didn’t even look upset or like she needed any help when she was standing alone, BECAUSE SHE WAS WAITING AND ALREADY BEING SERVED OMG