Thursday 17 March 2011

Sunday 13 March 2011

Not a grand couple of days



I made that video last Thursday just twenty minutes before going to my work shift. And almost as if I had looked into the future myself, I indeed had a shit day.

To be honest, I like my boss. From time to time he can be a nice guy and funny to work with; but there is something that I have to confess too which most people won't understand.
He reminds me an awful lot of my father, the one who I haven't spoken to in a long, long time.

Normally I wouldn't have a problem with this, I would find a way to overcome these feelings and just get on with everything. Expect for a bigger problem that, again, no-one will really understand. My boss is the only adult male that I have regular contact with in my daily life. And the fact that he reminds me of the man who destroyed my life all those years ago doesn't bold well for me.

With all of these mixed feelings going about the place, it’s hard to approach my boss or talk to him about anything. We don’t share any interests so there’s nothing to talk about there, he switches between hot and cold like a broken thermometer hourly so you don’t know how he’ll react to something you’ll say one minute compared to another. And the last thing is, he will ‘never’ yell at any of my female co-workers. He loves to unleash his frustrations out on myself and my younger (yet senior) colleague.

This is what happened on Thursday afternoon.

The only two people working that late Thursday afternoon was my boss and I. Everyone else had finished with their shifts ages ago, leaving us together with a ton of work left to be done. My boss was going on about how long he had been there all day to work (which by the way I sympathise with him about, because it does suck, I just don’t want to hear anyone go on about it all day) when the young AM (Assistant Manger) came in on his day off to say hello.

My tasks were simple, man the tills when customers came up and keep the shop floor and stock tidy at all time. My boss’ task was to scan products which he was about to start when the AM arrived. They stood in the corner of the shop talking for ten – fifteen minutes whilst I went about my tasks. This was fine by me except when my boss came towards me making the joke.

“Come on, get a move on, get a move on.”

I saw this as a joke; my normal human instinct was to joke back.

“I’m on it don’t worry, although I thought you said you were going to be scanning ten minutes ago?”

Jesus Christ, it was horrifying to watch his expression change so quickly. He then exploded in the middle of the shop floor to me about “How much he’d done that day already and how much no one else does anything he does”. I was taken back by this.

His attitude is so frustrating to work with in that place, one minute he’s completely fine but then you say something you think would be alright and he then turns around and does…well, that.

He then went on rambling around the shop for another five minutes talking to the AM about how easy it would be for him to fire the people he doesn’t like and how ‘we should be thankful we have jobs when others don’t have one’.

I will admit I started to well up a little here. I kept my composure though. In truth he’s 100% right in the fact that I do need this job right now, but I was so close to walking up to him and telling him to shove the job right up his arse after the way he just spoke to me in front of the customers.

I am a hard worker and he knows it. I work well on the tills and on the shop floor, I’m polite and patient with the customers, hell I’m far better than some of the old members of staff he keeps on yet he talks to me like I’m a piece of garbage, just a piece of nothingness that got caught in his wake.

And that’s why he reminds me so much of my father.

As I said before, I like my boss. He can be nice, funny and dependable.
But the majority of the time, when he steps beyond that kindness, I see the same hideous similarities to my dad. And those are qualities you never want to be proud off.

Tuesday 8 March 2011

Monday 7 March 2011