Today is seeming pretty pointless at the moment. I got into to college ten minutes late, to find that my English lesson had been cancelled, which explains why I’m killing time in the IT centre.
So, this is my pointless timetable for today:
Lesson 1: English Cancelled, so a free
Lesson 2: Free
Break
Form
Lesson 3: History (Likely to be cancelled)
Lesson 4: Free
Lesson 5: Lunch
Lesson 6: French Skipping due to lack of coursework
Yeah, doesn’t that fill me with excitement. If History is cancelled, I’m going to be so annoyed that I actually came into college. I’m a bit pissed off that I wasn’t told that this lesson wasn’t going to be on, because I could have been at home right now, doing my French coursework. I’m definately going to go home after History though, because I want to get it done, and I doubt we’ll be having a proper French lesson anyway.
So. I haven’t blogged for quite a few days, and I have a disappointing lack of stuff to write about. Rad and I went out to the noodle bar near me for dinner a few nights ago which was a lot of fun, and hilarious at points. We were sitting in there for about two hours before they even noticed that we wanted the bill. XD We even made them a bill, saying out deviantart addresses and with loads of stupid pictures on, which the waiter laughed at. After this, we went and took some photos in the carpark, and played DDR.
<photos here later>
On Saturday and Sunday, I worked, as usual. Nothing spectacular happened, but the shop was seriously busy. Despite the fact I’m trying to kill time, I’m too lazy to write up my evil Starbucks experience (ooooo, suspense!).
Working in a shop really brings home to me the way the population is split. In Lush, although there is a predominace of nice people, who actually listen to what you say and thank you, you also get the opposite. Whether it’s an old woman who thinks you aren’t serving enough, someone that demands ultimate perfection because they deserveit, a kid who comes in and throws stuff around, a teenager that shoplifts, an old man that expects everyone to rush round after him, a family that shrieks as they enter how “rhaaaaannnnkkkkc” the shop smells… there’ll always be the customers that detract from how nice it feels when someone is genuinley thankful for the help you’ve given them, or is patient.
I know it’s sterotypical, but it’s true that it seems to be a certain sterotype that behaves in a rude way. Yeah, predictable, I know, but it is usually the chavs that will make my job a bad place to work. When I was working at the ice rink (as a receptionist, but I also sold tickets etc), people would be damn rude to me, and most of them were “chavvy” that were. For those who don’t know what a chav is, here is a helpful copy&paste from this wikipedia article.
“The term chav refers to a subcultural stereotype fixated on fashions such as gold jewellery and … casual and sportswear brands. Tracksuits, hoodies, jogging bottoms (known as sweatpants to some) and baseball caps are particularly associated with this stereotype… The term has also been associated with delinquency, the “ASBO Generation”, and “yob culture”.”
I work in Romford, which has a large population of chavs. Usually, I wouldn’t care too much, although it does make walking through the town on s Saturday night fairly dangerous (everyomne knows about the amount of people who get stabbed there). I’m by no means saying that all chavs are rude and behave badly, but the majority of people who are rude are chavs. Little chavvy kids will come in with their mates, knock things off shelves, throw things around, and mess up any product on show by sticking their grubby little hands into it.
We sell a product called “shower jellies” that are displayed on a stand. They look like proper jellies, and have the same consistency. These children come in, and raketheir fingers along them, pull out chunks of them, and generally make them unfit to sell, making us lose profits, because they look too disgusting to sell. The older chavs will come in and complain about the prices, shriek out their opions on how bad things smell, demand free samples, drop things and spill things without telling us. Both groups of people will throw litter on the shop floor, and spit out chewing gum as well.
However, this can be dealt with. Ironically, it’s more often the more middle class customers that cause the most problems. The people with a vastly swollen ego are the worst, as they seem to consider themselves somehow abovequeuing. They’ll be the ones who complain if we’ve sold out of something, who will make ridiculous demands like having soap cut exactly on a weight, and them cut into twenty-seven different pieces, all with nice bits in, all exactly four centimetres square, all labelled and wrapped seperatley. And then re-wrapped because one edge is a bit funny.
Do they not realise that there’s a queue behind them? Yes, they do. Do they care? No, because their little bit of soap is far more important than anything anyone else could possibly buy.
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I needed that. ^__^ Even though I didn’t intend to get so ranty at the end.
