Wall of Mouths

I think I’d be Rik :-(

Breathe Fiona!!:)

You’ll soon be hearing plenty of that lol!! When are you finishing up for your maternity leave?

The dickheads at the travel agent we use at work (we don’t do things like book flights on the internet… or use anything mofre up to date than internet explorer 6…) told me my flight from Blantyre to Jo’burg was put back an hour, so I went to the airport an hour later, only to find that it wasn’t put back at all - ended up running on to the plane so bit pissed off with that. There’s only 1 flight a day I think and I’d have ended up staying in Malawi an extra night and not getting home until Saturday, which would have been several hours after the Killers had come offstage, muppets (the travel agents, not the Killers). Now at Jo’burg, been here 2 hours and have another 6 1/2 before the flight to London :-s

@Fiona - don’t forget to leave lots of loose ends for other people to deal with in your absence! None of this getting everything tidied up before you go!

The cute-but-annoying girl at work has just asked me what time I’m picking her up to go to our mutual friend’s wedding. Now when saidI was sorry I’d pissed her off the other week, I said I was happy to give her a lift if she wanted and to let me know if she did, but she’s never ever actually asked and is still hardly talking to me. Which I’m inclined is her being a bit of a cow as I think the only reason she wants a lift is because it would cost her more time and money to go otherwise. Meh!

Wedding was a week ago today, the original plan was that me and the cute girl from work would go to the ceremony in the afternoon, and my g/f would join us in the evening and I’d do all the driving. 1st my g/f drops out due to her insane working hours, then just to make sure that the cute girl didn’t start off in a huff, I offered to pick her up if that meant she had more time in the morning for a hair appointment. She said no but could she come round to mine to get ready and I said she could. So she comes round in the morning and gets ready and because I know we’re probably not eating until late in the afternoon I even make her a sandwich. Takes an hour and a half to get to the wedding and then we’re there until 11.40 so that’s a lot of time in each other’s company (neither of us really knew anyone else there except the bride) and we get along great - you’d think she’d never been peeved with me in her life! So I drive her home, drop her off about 1 and get a thank you and a hug and a please-text-me-when-you-get-home-so-I-know-you’re-safe [@chr1s - no I didn’t try to feel her up or anything!]. Two people at the wedding assumed we were a couple and I really couldn’t read her expression on that. I got home about 1.15 and my g/f was still working and carried on doing so until 3ish I think.

Since then I have been completely unable to work out what is going on in the cute girl from work’s head - you’d have thought we were buds again but if that was true, you’d have thought she’d have sent a get well soon text or something yesterday when I was off sick but no, which kinda makes me wonder whether she was jsut being nice because she wanted a lift. Grr.

G/f on the other hand said she’d make a fuss of me at the weekend to make up for missing the wedding - she wanted to go for a posh dinner, I wanted to see Kung Fu Panda 2. We did neither and she mainly worked.

As long as I have my g/f, the cute girl at work can stay just that, although she’s supposed to be a good mate to the extent that if anything’s up with her, people would ask me, and I was one of the few people that thought enough of her to actually fork out the money and time to go away with her for her birthday. If I was single, I’d probably be very wary of starting anything with someone that I work that closely with and suspect that she wouldn’t actually be interested in more than a friendship. Probably.

G/f is lovely and fun etc etc but has a serious workaholism problem which has some upsides but a lot of downsides too

Got stung on the finger earlier and now my whole hand has swollen up like a balloon - been stung often enough but this is the first time this has happened, had some anti-histamine but it’s done fuck all. Managed to do the rest of the days work but I hope it goes down soon as it’s really started to hurt now (like 5-6 hours after it frst happened).

I hope not! Probably not as the sting and poison sack were pretty small but damn it’s awkward typing with one hand, let alone trying to wash up.

Ouch!! I’ve never been stung so don’t know what it feels like, but it sounds bad!! And knowing my luck, I’d be allergic and go into that anaphylactic shock thingy lol. Surprising I haven’t been stung really, cos I used to catch bees in a jar when I was a kid. The things we used to do for entertainment lol. No playstations or that back in this days!! Kids don’t know they’re born nowadays!! :)

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We’re going to be sharing our floor in the office with another team, and my boss has decided that they can have the pick of the desks and our team will just be scattered all over the seats that are left over, so none of us will be sat together anymore. Which kinda sucks and I’m inclined to think my boss has been an utter dick about this :-(

Work is irritating. Rant is necessary.

I’m an apprentice chef (£2.60 an hour, almost able to pay my rent) and this is my only experience of a professional kitchen. I’ve been doing this since mid-September last year. My professional cookery/ health & safety/etc. course has seen delay upon delay, so I don’t have any training.

On my third week I replaced one of the two chefs outright, giving me days on my own until eventually I was on my own every day I was working. I am now training up another apprentice.

During my time working with her, I built up quite a close friendship with my head chef, Lilly, and I’ve always felt like I could trust her.
However, she is now feeling like her job is being threatened and has been saying bad stuff about me behind my back to my boss and everybody who will listen, although all she has been able to say is “the kitchen’s messy” and “he’s a bit slow”.

I had some drinks tonight with Tom, the bar manager, who I definitely know to be trustworthy and he warned me about the way she was acting. I’m ultimately just very disappointed that a 55 year old has resorted to this tactic.

I know that I’m very good at my job, all considered. The restaurant was so busy on Saturday night that I ran out of food to serve people, but my boss has been shite at acknowledging this, with only Tom actually doing so.
I cooked for 60 people on Saturday night, I did it alone and I kept my cool throughout despite it all. I also did it for sixteen quid.
Andrew, the other apprentice, was in for most of the night and he was a big help - sorting plates, chips, buns, washing up - but he’s got less than a week of experience and so the actual work went to me.
Not to put Andrew down at all, but he’s got no experience so that’s just how it is.

I feel very let down by the way Lilly has been acting, especially considering that I covered for her recently when she had to go back to Holland because her brother was in a car accident. I worked nine days straight for shit money and this is all she can say, this is all she can do.

I don’t think she realises that she’s fucking with my job, with something that barely pays my rent anyway (I’m also in a contract with two other people and they would be kicked out on the street with me) and quite how well I’m actually doing considering that I’ve effectively had to bumble my way to where I am now.

I could go on forever - and I already have - but the important thing is that I feel a bit better now.

£2.60 an hour? Slavery!