Flowers!

On Saturday night I had to drop a couple of customers home .. their dad was too frail to walk the mile or so .. they were South Africans!  In my opinion South African men are the most arrogant on the planet (so shoot me for having an opinion) .. these guys weren’t – a fact that shocked me! They were supposed to pay me for taking them as they couldn’t get a cab - but they didn’t - but hell, it wasn’t actually too far out of my way .. yesterday they bought me a bunch of flowers as a thank you!

I’m not sure the Admirer was over pleased about me being bought flowers by random customers but he carried them home for me and put them in a vase and apologised for not buying me flowers!

Edit: and thanks to this post .. I now know they are Peonies!

Sweet!

The bar manager is on holiday right now, so last night I was working with the landlord, who had to remain relatively sober and downstairs till close of play, rather than pouring himself upstairs at around 8 pm.  The landlord is a good guy with a huge heart, but he does love to beat up on his bar staff, especially those who have been there a while and can take it!  Staff that are too sensitive don’t last long!

He is a real East End bloke and he knows some very colourful people, he is also larger than life and likes to be the life and soul of the party.  It’s always been said that in LittlePub you can get a drink, a meal, your car serviced or a contract taken out on someone .. it’s very very true!  Last night he had a jokey pop at me about 10 minutes into the shift .. Me: “Hmm M, 7 till 7:10, do you think that could possibly be the world’s shortest shift?”

When I use the words  ”working with” what I really mean is I worked and the landlord didn’t!  It was quite busy last night early on, and I was managing to juggle serving at least three different sets of customers at one time and remembering to take their money (except for one, but he owned up to it), and sort the restaurant drinks and card payments out.  At the same time I was getting abuse from the landlord who added to my burden by buying everyone drinks and was telling me off for being slow!!!  He could easily have done the drinks himself!

His name for me is “Fucking Happy!” … generally because I am not a “smiley” sort of person!   However I got him good and proper one time as when I started work he said “uh oh, here comes Fucking Happy, better get her a drink and cheer her up” .. Me: “for your information M .. I’ve just been told my grandmother died, I think that’s a reason enough to be unhappy” .. I’ve never seen anyone move so fast after me as I shot out the pub in tears!

Anywho, last night as we I finished up and he I was locking up and trying to get the last stragglers out .. he called me to one side.

“Cat, I think you’ve done the right thing leaving Pig, I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time. I am really pleased for you.  Well done!”

Fair made my night!

Better Day ..

It all got rather silly after the FC left the office and the bear that I have sitting on my desk that is “him” got quite a beating!

Actually it got thrown around and stamped on and kicked up and down the coridoor by me and Business Centre Manager!  Childish, but well these things happen!.

Enter Charliebobsmum .. she took bear into protective custody .. and then the e:mails started ..

“Dear Miss Cat

I am writing to inform you that Bear has now been placed with a foster parent.

I understand  that Bear has friends to play with in his new home (Harry the polar bear).

If you would like supervised visitation please contact the foster parent direct (Ms J G)

Many Thanks

Charliebobsmum”

*****

This was closely followed by ..

“Dear Miss Business Centre Manager

I understand from the police reports, CCTV (found on You Tube) and Bear’s statements that you “stamped on his “winky woo”.

At this point we are looking to bring charges to both you and Miss Cat. So I advise that you start shitting it!

Many Thanks

Charliebobsmum”

*****

Well I had to reply, didn’t I!?

“Dear Charliebobsmum

Many thanks for your recent correspondence which I have read with great amusement.

The fact that you have placed Bear in care is of much delight to me as he was a miserable little bugger at the best of times and deserved the kicking he may or may not just have had on many occasions, certainly in recent weeks.  This correspondence however is not an admittance of guilt to doing the bear any harm.

Since I have had him (5 years on Monday .. medal please) he has lived the life of riley and wanted for nothing.

I think it necessary to have supervised visitation as next time I might actually kill the little shit, rather than just think about it!

Regards.

Miss Cat”

Then The Admirer got involved!

“Dear CharliebobsmumFollowing the recent allegations made towards both Miss Business Centre Manager and Miss Cat I would like to add the following:

Whilst unable to speak for Miss Business Centre Manager I am able to confirm that with regard to Miss Cat, her recent behaviour towards the Bear is not of any great surprise. I state this having been witness to numerous comments from Miss Cat in recent weeks as to the desired actions she would like to take towards the Bear. At the time I felt that Tourettes was the reason for these outbursts, however I now realise that indeed these comments should have been taken more seriously in order to avoid the recent horrific behaviour.

I should add in the defence of Miss Cat that for some considerable time she has been living with great difficulty and numerous mental health problems, this quite clearly is shown by her inability to function normally on certain occasions.

I hope you will see fit to act leniently following this particular event. Perhaps a damn good spanking is in order!

Best regards

Dr The Admirer
Mental Health Authority of Nowhere”

and on receipt of my reply to Charliebobsmum, The Admirer came back with this one ..

“Having just been passed a copy of Miss Cat’s reply to your previous letter I am gravely concerned.Please ignore any attempts of mine to beg for light sentencing and please please throw all pages of the book at Miss Cat.

It is quite clear to me that the poor girl is suffering from severe mental stress and requires sectioning at the earliest opportunity. Preferably this weekend.

Best regards

Dr The Admirer
MHAN

PS:  Whilst not wishing to cause alarm, I am aware that Miss Cat has in her possession a rather cute, soft, fluffy hound. This along with access to sharp implements causes me much concern.”

1. At least it cheered a bad day up!
2. The Admirer is back in my good books!
3. It made me laugh so hard I nearly wet myself (don’t know if that’s a good thing!
4. When the FC is being shitty this afternoon, I just think about it .. it’s easier to deal with him then!

Bad Day!

I am seriously seriously about to walk out of work .. in fact, if the boss makes one more snide, snipey comment I am definitely out. He has been unbearable .. I shouldn’t have to sit at my desk in tears.

He shouted at me because I was in reception and my desk phone was ringing .. what were switchboard doing putting calls through when I was in front of them? Er .. possibly it was someone else ringing me???

Over an e:mail he dictated, he read, he re-read and I sent out he then shouted at me because of some wording .. I thought he was making a point by doing it the way he was .. apparently not!

He asks me to get a phonecall, walks off and then screams at me that “he’s in a meeting” when I try to put the call through to his mobile .. and I know that how??

Now we have to move offices to a different part of the building .. afuckinggain! I’ve moved offices at least 4 times while I’ve been with this company .. it’s a pain in the arse! So I’ve got that to look forward to .. more screaming and shouting .. the last time it nearly killed me!

I know I get paid extremely well to do my job, but when you just can’t effing win it’s not worth it.  Tomorrow I may well not come in at all!

It’s a bad day!

The Admirer is trying hard to cheer me up but is actually making it worse and has on succeeded in managing to piss me off;

Pig is trying his hardest with the house and to win me back, but I don’t want to be there or with him, although we are the most civil I have ever known! (and I should move out I know - but right now that is not possible – the weeks aren’t soo bad, it’s just the weekends).

It’s just all very tiring!

Even ..

the.bosses.son has told me to take deep breaths and count to 50 today as his father (who incidentally wasn’t in the office), the FC, has been ruder than a very very rude thing in a pot of rude .. to the point where I almost picked up my things and walked out – the only thing that stopped me is this might not be the right time!

Hopefully he won’t be back today!