To work, or not to work?

I am feeling much better. A good 50% better, I could work now, my sinus is a little blocked, but not that bad, I still feel that fluy feeling, although I could manage. But, I really want to stay at home, I would have tomorrow off at any rate so I'd be back to work on Thursday.

However, if I do, a couple of things may happen,

It could be considered a breach of contract. I might pay through the nose for that.

Nothing might happen.

If I work today they might ask me to come in on Wednesday and that will mean a 7 day week for me.

In any case, it's only 11 working days untill Christmas. Just 11. I'd have Christmas day and boxing day off. If I don't go back to work right now I'll have 9 days off.

I've still got to face that meeting about the work joke from the other day and explain slash protect myself from someone elses chip on the shoulder. As my large Irish mate said, if you'd have been there a year, nothing would have happened. It's because you're the new guy. Then a wrote a few obsenitys. All that made me feel much better.

Working as an English teacher has ruined me, or perhaps, I'm just unhappy about doing work I don't like doing. Which is a perfectly reasonable thing.

I've got an hour and a half to decide. Not long.

Life. I dunno...

Blurgh!

I'm under the weather at the moment, and something I did not realise is that you are legally entitled to have 6 days off work due to sickness without a doctors note. If your work does want a note it would cost them £50 to obtain one from the doctors.

This was the short lecture I was given this morning at the doctors for waisting his time if there were genuinely really sick people who needed treatment.

Yeah...

I cannot please anyone these days. I'm putting my feet are going in all the wrong places.

The joys of being me.

Anyway, aside from that, I'm pleased to be off work I'm also pleased to have a sck note. as my manager asked this morning "Are you really sick?" "Yes" I said, "I'm getting a sick note for you."

I think he asked this because of my recent put my foot right in it joke with the "You working?" comment I made the other day. They might think I don't want to face the music. However, I am genuinely feeling blurgh. I haven't felt this blurgh since my last few weeks in China.

So, I'm off to rest, take it easy and get better. I'll feel more up for the coming wave of doom when I'm a hundred percent again.

Nuts, dag nam it.

Oh well, it's one of those things. You cannot control every outcome of every little thing in this world.

I made what was one of my good humoured, no harm done, jokes.

There were 3 guys stood by some boxes talking. Obviously they were working, but I thought I'd just make a joke and say in passing "are you guys working?" in an obvious non serious voice. But about 30 seconds later when I was in the fridge getting merchandise. One of the three came in and approached me.

In a very serious tone "Did you just ask us if we were working?" I looked in his eyes, he was not a happy chappy.

Flip!

I'd upset one of the managers. It was only my way of making a joke, but the wee chap didn't take it that way.

So, I imagine, at some point tomorrow morning. I'm going to get a call into an office and will have some words with a manager.

Just when I'd thought I'd gotten over the hard part of re-adjusting to crappy 8 hour staking shelves and working a till work. The unknown has sprung and given me another large bump to contend with.

There was no way I could have avoided that either. I was just being me but me and it was taken the wrong way.

Oh well. I'll just have to wait and see where this goes.

Che sucede sucede.

Blimey.

What a long day. I wish I could switch my body clock round to the 1 to 9pm work pattern. Because by the time I et home, I feel like I've used up all my day.

I also feel really tired. Especially after 90 dozen customers and a 180 dozen questions and five till mistakes. In fact a few more, but those are things I just don't do right.

Although, I love the people there. All good shows, nice bunch, friendly and fun. I just wish they hadn't sat me in the evening though. I really really wish they hadn't done that. It makes me a little bit crazy in my heady.

Now I can't finish till 9:15pm as well, which gets me home a little later. Apparently someone had made an error in the something or other, and it wasn't done as meant to be done.

Why am I putting myself through this again? Oh yeah, I have plans.
which require money, which I should have a lot of in a couple of months, provided I keep money spending down. Then I can shake off the shackles of my "evil do bad guys". (I had a nice grown up word but my brain just went fizzle pop bang)

My typing's very lax today. Probably because I've been working hard and am weary now. I wish I'd finish at 2pm like that guy I spoke to today at the till. I'd only been at work an hour and he was already going home. Lucky lucky lucky...

Anyway, I'm working tomorrow and Saturday and by the jammy gods, got out of work on Sunday. To much much frowning and tutting from the higher up staff.

"If you'd have missed one more Sunday, that would be it" As she put it, looking at me with her beady eyes.

Anyway, I'm out for that day, a little breather before a six day week, for as long as the job lasts I imagine. But maybe not so much after x-mas. I really should as more questions. I'm a just go with what happens kind of guy.

Anyway. I'm going to enjoy the last snippet of my evening and play some computer games.

ciao.

Blimey.

8 hours, 1 half hour break. Sat on the till all day long.

The first 5 hours goes by pretty quick surprisingly. Then it drags. It's dificult to keep your mind on stand by like that for any customer that comes up. Really hard. I'm not used to it. although, by next year, it'll be old hat I'm sure.

I did get my hours changed as well, although I'm going to opt out of this Sunday as I've made a prior commitment to a friend of mine and I'm not not going to do it.

I'll also need that day off. I've gotta get my sea legs working. For which a day off will help me out.

I was cream crackered this morning. I was sat on the sofa till about 3 this afternoon. I let my brain go. I remembered very quickly that while you're on the job, you're on the job. When a customer is there, you're on, ready or not.

This will take me a little while to adjust to again.

Although I like the people there. Decent folk. I get to have a little bit of a laugh with 'em.

It's late and I've got to be good for work in the morning, or rather, afternoon (hellish hours). I needed this day off to recuperate or I'd have probably burnt myself out. I've got to get used to this type of work again. Forgot how easy I'd had it.

Night.

Oh my gosh!

By crikey.

Yesterday, was something else. I was sat down, on my bum, from 1pm to 9pm with only one 30 minute break. Enough time to woof down some food and have a quick dash in the loo.

The first 4 to 5 hours fly by. They really do. After that, they drag. Especially the last hour or so.
I was using a load of muscles I never use to turn myself on that swivel chair between packing and taking money from customers. My back was a little painful when I got off, but with time I should recover and learn the swivel do's and dont's.

Thank heavens I am off on Wednesday. I'll get to have a nice long walk. I hate sitting all day long. Horrible. I need exercise, a good walk suffices.

At least I'll only be doing this for about 15 days. I'm hopeful that in January other things will take priority and I'll be off the till.

I remember now why I'm not fond of this type of work. I'll get my head round it this week and by next it'll be perfectly normal. And on a bright note, money will be coming my way soon enough.

I cannot consider in all my days working like this for the rest of my life. I cannot bear it. It is one of the worst things in all the world. It is not a life I will live for any length of time. No way, no how.

It's given me great resolve to make something more with my life. Follow those passions.

How any human being can do this I do not know. I can adapt to it for a short time, but I start getting edgy if it continues. It's also eating into my impro performing which I've had to give up for now.

I hate work.

Cosmos, if you're listening, I need to be rich, very rich or at least enough to put an end to this horrible full time work.

Anyway pay day will be coming soon. I'll have money again. Wohoo!

Getting my head back in the vice.

Apparently if you paint a bad picture of a thing it makes it seem worse, if you try and paint a good one, it seems better.

I've never liked 'work', that is the 'work' that you don't really want to be doing. I have my work, the work I love to do, the things that make me tick. However, pretty much all of those don't make me any money at all.

Yeah, as it is for all of us.

Hey ho.

But it will be really nice to have money again. Even if I will be doing rubbish hours this Christmas. 1pm to 9pm, I wont be home till 10pm then I'll be having my dinner. I've not had to do that in the last 3 years.

I had it real easy.

'Work', tomorrow. I'm back in that game once more. The stuff I'd really rather not be doing. Although, it is giving me the key to a life I'd like to live over here. Which is the silver lining to this rain cloud.

But I've got to see where that goes. I'm assuming, if it's anything like the vision in my head, then it's going to be fantastic next year. Which is what I want.

I'm working for my future. I'm not going through some headless mumble. It's all leading somewhere wonderful.

Anyway, back to my bedroom and watching something on the laptop. Something nice, maybe K-PAX...