The last 3 days at work have been awful. It's coming up to Christmas and our stock room is tiny; we have to stack shit pretty much to the ceiling. Health and Safety violations everywhere, but at this point whoever points the finger can go fuck themselves. The shop floor is not adequate for the amount of crap we've been getting in; it's hard enough walking through it on foot, much less mobility scooters or buggies. And when they come in, it's like the M25. Traffic jams everywhere.
Tuesday we had 5 pallettes of shit in. That was hell.
Yesterday we had 3 pallettes in and most of it went to the container.
Today, again, 3 pallettes and most of it went to the container.
A pallette with shit on it is about 5ft tall and about 3ft long. Each one can have about 40 boxes of varying sizes on it, maybe more maybe less.
Silver lining though, we're switching containers with another shop in the Outlet so we don't have to walk miles to store or get shit out, but we have to dedicate an entire day to do so, so I've agreed to go in Monday to help both my Manager and another guy move it all. Don't even have to go in in uniform as we won't be on the shop floor at any point. Fuck yes. And the manager is going to move on some shit from our shop to the one in Ramsgate - which is bigger but only gets products in that they order rather than get generated orders like we do.
Cherry gave me her old grey jacket, so I hugged her, cheek to cheek... She felt so warm. Really warm.
Turns out she had a fever and didn't really notice other than she thought she had a headache. She might be getting flu or something. I hope not.
Had a dream about how things would've been different with my first love... why the hell did my subconsciousness have to bring up a gigantic can of worms damn it ;_;
Only stayed at the charity shop until 1 because I have a busy week of work ahead of me. But instead of saying "I just need a bit of a break" like any normal person would, I lied about having a family meal. It's not too far from the truth as there is one tomorrow, but I'll be working and won't be there.
Anyway, I mentioned that my cousins will be there and I mentioned they weren't blood-related. I don't even know why, it wasn't relevant to the topic at all. Their reaction was that what I said was a bit weird, which now thinking about it, it is.
Why the fuck did I say that. Now it looks like I want to fuck my cousins (although I neglected to mention one of them is a guy).
That's probably going to be one of those things I suddenly remember doing/saying in the future and cringing at the thought.
Been at work and it's been a busy day. And I come home to the family crammed into the living room; my nan has a fall getting out the front door.
When they've all left my mum turns bitch mode on. First thing she says is that my cousin's gotten fat. Top kek. Parents are going to discuss the events of today for the next 3 hours, so just as well I've fucked off upstairs.
A guy on a road bike crashed into my MTB and faceplanted on hard asphalt. Instead of apologizing (I was cycling at normal speed while the other guy was hurtling downhill at 100 mph) he started swearing at me like an idiot. Eventually I got angry as well and things nearly turned ugly before a middle aged guy pulled us apart.
The result of this little scuffle was that my MTB's front wheel was twisted out of shape and the gears aren't working properly anymore. Replaced the front wheel with a spare wheel but as for the gears I'll have to visit my local maintenance shop.
The other guy's face was bleeding because of the faceplant and his saddle was bent. Luckily enough I wasn't injured at all.