While I'm logged in...

WTF is up with complete and utter cunt...ry folk blocking our Squad damn driveway? It's like if someone ever visits our cu-de-sac, they block OUR driveway. I realise my family do not have lives, but occasionally we do like to depart in our cars. Farking fark heads!

I drive up the driveway this morning, and there's this big ass truck parked in my way. I sat there for a moment, the fags saw me yet kept doing what they were doing. So I turned the ignition off, got out of the car and went to say something to them.
One dopey ass goes, "Oh, do you want to get out?"
I'm like, "Shit no! I just like sitting in my car in a bloody Woolies uniform!"
So after 5 minutes. YES! 5 MINUTES! He gets his truck out of the way, and I am late for work.

I will smite the neighbours dog. It won't shut up. Even when they're home it barks, and the most they do is go up to it and whisper, "Shhh. Quiet." Yeah, that's gonna scare it you dickheads!
I hate our new neighbours, they're dopey dumb ass bogans.

General useless update F.Y.I.

So, Christmas is shit. Don't ask me how it was, because I disapprove of this whole time of year. Not only is the weather ten times hotter, but this so called "festive" season gives me the shits.
So shut up! You're all going to Hell anyway... Sinners!!!

No, seriously. You are.*

In other news, I'm back at Woolworths. It's not so bad. Spaghetti (Her name is Penny and she's skinny. You do the math.), the checkout manager was in one of the best moods ever. This shocked me, seeing as it was Christmas and all, and things bump up to uber stressful for her. She had me doing all these neat things. I think it was because I kicked so much ass, and was whizzing people through the checkouts and kicking them out the door. She kept ushering people my way and replenishing my quickly diminishing cue. After being surrounded by idiot school kids, who have a scan rate of 13.4, I guess she felt grateful to have me back. 'Cause, let's face it, I am THAT good. 18.7 items per minute. KISS MY ASS SCHOOLIES!!!

Yeah, so I'm done blowing my trumpet now. I picked up a shit load of shifts last week and ended up working Christmas Eve. For some reason it wasn't as busy as they had anticipated, so they had extra staff hanging around. This means that I got a chance to do some cool stuff like returns, filling the drink fridges, cleaning, and impulse bars. But the best was when I got sent to the bakery to help Captain Chris with the mark downs. OHMOG! Those people are like VULTURES! Seriously, dude, seriously. VULTURES!
It was like I was famous or something, people were surrounding me, shoving bread in my face and requesting mark downs. At first I was like, "WTF? GET AWAY FROM ME!" But then, my uber cool prescription drugs kicked in and I was all, "Heh, can't say I'm not liked. Noooo, that's got the used by date of the 28th, no mark down for you, ma'am." Oh to be nice to the customers. It's a lot less irritating actually.

Anywho, today, I earned 5 bucks, taxamisation free! This old fart came through my checkout and was all, "This is a home delivery." and I was like, "Shit. No! Home delivery man is away for 3 weeks, we aren't doing those." So then she was up the proverbial poop creek without a paddle. She had no one to come and get her shopping, and was too old to mess around with it, and the taxi drivers are such fags. They hate having to do anything that involves them getting out of their precious motor vehicles. Assholes.
So, I asked her if she was in this general area, to which she replied yes. So I kindly asked her if she would like me to take her and her groceries home after I knocked off at 12. She said okay, I did it, then got roped into setting up a freaking pedestal fan (WTF?), but she paid me 5 bucks. So that made it okay.

Dude, I rock.

*I'm not serious, Hell doesn't exist. But if it did, I wouldn't want you there because you suck, and I don't want you anywhere near me.

Kerry Fudge Packer packs fudge no more.

Kerry Fudge Packer died.

I can't say I'm upset about this, because I didn't like the bastard. Who could when all he did was axe good programs, fail to advertise prime time shows, air episodes in the wrong order, and stop showing a series half way through?

What a piece of chit. I don't care if you're not meant to speak ill of the dead. I didn't like him when he was alive, so why would I suddenly start liking him just because he's dead? It's not like that's some great accomplishment that should earn him respect or anything. Death is something anyone can do.

Yeah, I don't know where I'm going with this either, so I'll just shut up.

Update: Last night we had to wait almost 45 minutes to watch the finale of The Apprentice. The news insisted upon forcing us to endure the grueling tales of Kerry Fudge Packer's life. Big whoop, I say, big whoop! This was not listed in the TV guide, and anyone taping The Apprentice will now have missed it. I hope you're happy.
All I can say is that this is just another example of Kerry Fudge Packer's incompetence when it comes to running a TV station. That prick, he should've known he was going to die, thus factoring in the stupid special on what a bunch of randoms thought of him.

I am such a Bastard.

The shit has hit the fan.

I said I'd eventually get around to explaining the whys, wheres, therefores, and reasons there of, behind my going back to Woolworths, humble pie in hand. Well, the moment has arrived, so now rejoice.

Spanner, a person how rapidly made her way up my hitlist, is the course of this. This one vindictive little power hungry shit, caused the demise of my Woolworths free life.
I hate her.

Michelle, the boss, went on holidays because she had to have an operation and now is unable to have children as a result. So she took a few days off, fair enough. But before she went we had a staff meeting. In this staff meeting she stressed that she did not want any phone calls, she did not want any messages, she didn't want to hear from us. She said to go through Spanner if there was something urgent enough, and it would get back to her.
What a lie.

So Spanner on her power hungry bitch fest, decided to tell me that she was going to be doing the rosters. Did I have a reason not believe her? No. After all, I trusted Michelle's judgment that Spanner knew what she was doing. Why else would she pick her to be the assistant manager? Eh? EH?
Spanner then went on to bull shit me into thinking that my hours were going to be cut. And a drastic cut it was. I'm not talking about 2 or 3 hours, I'm talking about 10 in total!
Holy shit.

After much deliberation, I came to the conclusion that I would have to go back to Woolworths to make up my pay. I discussed this thoroughly with her first. I stressed that I would not be available over Christmas for Brumby's (which she assured me was fine), and I also told her that the availabilities that I give her, she can NOT roster me on for. What ever I gave Woolies had to remain open, no matter what.
She was meant to pass that message on to Michelle.
She didn't. Go figure.

So Michelle gets back from holidays, she finds that I have gone back, and voomp, my hours go up.
WTF?
Spanner didn't know shit. She was wrong. She had no right to say anything to me, because it was just going to be a trial.
Nice to know that the funds I live off can be trialed like that. Thank you, Michelle!

So I'm left holding the bag. I have Michelle who wants me at Brumby's, and the looming possibility of Woolworths rostering me on at the same time Michelle sneaks in a shift where she's not meant to.

So I decide to make mention of some things her precious assistant manager is getting away with. Frequently leaving the store, going food shopping during working hours, stealing food and drinks. This is all leading to our current problem in lack of profits.
So Michelle decides to spend more time at the Plaza store instead of the Mall, thus forcing Spanner to stay in the store and actually do some friggin' work for a change.
This pisses Spanner off, so she quits and goes to work for the butchers next door.
Now I am saddled with all of Spanners shifts, as well as mine. So that's up at 7am every damn morning, opening a store I don't want to open.
This sucks.

Now, over a period of time, Michelle began to sneak in shifts on days rostered on with Woolies. I kept telling her that she can't do it, but she continued to. She has a habit of just mentally blocking things out that she doesn't want to hear.

Apparently because she didn't do this, she blames me. I jumped the gun going back to Woolworths, she has kids, she can't work these hours.
Big friggin' whoop. If she can't handle kids and a business, that's not my problem. I shouldn't have to carry the blame for a mistake HER assistant manager by choice made. I'm just an employee.
So I reluctantly do shifts for her, on days that Woolworths could possibly roster me on for, but haven't.
Now she's getting cocky.

The time has come, folks. Woolworths has finally put me on the roster. Michelle has rostered me on for Friday mornings, because - OH MY SQUAD! She has kids!!!! (She reminds me every 5 minutes, because apparently I don't know this already)
I say no.
She says yes.
I say no.
She whips out the standard lecture - "You're my part time employee, you're casual with them. I need you more. You're the only person who can open this store."
I rebut that - "If I piss off Woolies, I'm black listed throughout the whole of Australia, I can't possibly use them as a reference for any future jobs. That's 3 painful years of work down the drain."
Her response - "But I have kids. I want my holidays, this is something I have had planned. None of this was my fault."
I mentally switch off and opt to stare at the wall for a while.

So now, I go into Woolies and find that I am rostered on from 8am - 1pm on Friday. I can't be in two places at once, so I tell her that. She starts going off her nut at me on the phone. Rabbiting on about legal rights and other bull shit. After a while I switch off again, mum walks in, I put the phone on the table and walk off in tears. This is too fusking much to handle, I can't please the two companys, and she just won't lay off! She's like a friggin' dog with a bone.

So mum picks up the phone, can't get a word in. 5 minutes later she is actually able to inform Michelle that she is no longer going on at me, but my mother. So she starts with the, "This has got nothing to do with you, I should be talking to Chikory."
Mum got pretty pissed at this.
"Excuse me?" She says in her tell-tale-sarcastic-I'm-gonna-beat-your-fusking-face-in tone, "She's my daughter. She's not a well person. She gets stressed easily, and she can't handle it. This is every bit my business. If something is effecting her, it is effecting me."
So she ended up talking to mum.

After she hung up, she got in contact with some Bakers Legislation thingy to find out her rights. I got in contact with the lady in charge of my traineeship to find out mine. Then she rings back, and tells me not to worry. I stress myself over nothing.
BULL STAMEN!!!

So at about 2pm, she rings again. She wants me to come in today and talk to her and her husband. An "informal" chat. More like, "We're gonna corner you, intimidate you, and my idea of compromise is that you do what I want and put your neck on the line."
That's not gonna happen.

I'm not good in face to face confrontations. I freak out. So I'm going to go in, listen to what she has to say, and then leave. If it doesn't look like she's going to be reasonable, she can have my resignation.

This is absolutely bloody ridiculous. It's an abomination! It's just a friggin' bakery for cryin' out loud. She should hire more staff, and she should have damn well trained someone else to open that store. It's not my fault that the fat cow, Chantelle, takes 5 hours to get the store looking like it's ready to start trading. It's not my fault that Livingston is, well, Livingston.

Fusk this.

Eh???

I... I mean, what on Earth? How could someone possibly... How stupid can one person... Okay. Just, just click the link and listen to this moron.

CLICK ME! (The link does work. For some reason you have to refresh the page after you click it.)

"I'm innocent!" But where are the flying pigs?

Wow. Take THAT you Corby supporters!

Apparently little miss innocent has been fraternising with drug dealers, and they now have photos to prove it. Click here to read about it, because I can't be buggered rehashing something that's all over the news anyway.

Have a nice day!

I've decided!

Customers are all bastards, and they can rot in Hell!!!

When we move, I'm either going to work with animals, or dead people. Either way, I won't have to put up with any bitching.

Although I do hate cats. Meh, that's only a small flaw in my plans.