sarren

I am about to leave for work, early, because I have to swing by another store on the way to pick up something. This is bad.

However, the route I will take will take me past a Muzz Buzz. This is good. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS TOO MUCH CAFFEINE.

I am leaving the half eaten chocolate bar in the fridge for Dragonfly. I feel unwarrentedly virtuous.

Also, I am wearing mismatched socks and pink underwear. This made of awesome.


I think the medication finally kicked in.

Just over a year ago I took the worst damn store in the company and made it shiny.

With the help of my fabulous assistant. My boss knows what a great team we are, and how much we like working together, because we tell him so. Regularly.

So today my boss asks me to move to another store. I look gobsmacked at him. He hastens to assure me that I can take my assistant with me (I haven't heard of that before).

I tell him I'll discuss it with my Assistant and we'll get back to him.

Initially I'm reluctant. My store is so shiny. I'm a tad possessive. It's close to home. I'm in a comfort zone.

So I look at the pros. Which are quite attractive. By the time I talk to my Assistant I've talked myself into it. Assistant is also initially reluctant. I'm like, whatever you reckon. Comfort zone good. New challenge also good.



Me: Also on the plus side, this new store probably won't have the same level of Specialness in the customers, as for example, that guy that peed in the restaurant the other day. (and then got into a car outside so my Assistant was able to take the licence plate and report him to the cops)

Assistant: You realise that was the store that got held up with a sawn off shotgun?

Me: As opposed to big guys with big knives (me) or just-out-of-prison-guys who threaten to shoot you (assistant)?

Assistant: Point.


In other news, I've had an odd craving for Lemon Pudding for the last few days.

The papers recently have been banging on about how women are still underrepresented in managerial and professional jobs, and those that are there are often paid less than the men, especially here in Australia. All true, of course, except in the back of my head was this little self satisfied "Not in my company". So today I had my first manager's meeting since the Areas got reshuffled. And as I looked around the room at the 12 men and 0 other women, my little illusions were all shattered....

[Edited to add - don't start worrying that you should start offering to pay for my outings, I'm not one of the discriminated against underpaid.]

It's been whole days since I updated and only have 20 minutes - I'm not doing my usual Friday night stunt of staying up til nearly 3am before getting up at 7 for my 14 hour shift. Cos for once I'd like to not feel like complete shit for the whole day.

So what to talk about?

Work? - how the pretty 14 year old boy with purple hair and jewelled stones in his ear (how could I not hire him) flirts with the manly 15 year old boy with facial fluff.

Or my trauma the other night when I had no access to my computer at all due to my techy mate, while reinstalling Explorer, inexplicably deleting my password. Which was all good, there was no panicking - as long as I never turned my computer off ever again it'd be fine. And then 10 minutes later for no apparent reason the computer turned itself off

Or I confess that I friended another writer! Where will it all end? But I want the updates, precious. bramblerose_pf has a cool Harry/Snape WIP

I blame the HP fandom for desensitising us to WIP's. And chan. And other things that it blows my mind that I read now.


Except it's bedtime now. I'll mean to come back to enthrall people with details, really I will. Then it'll all be like that Paul McDermott meeting, the second greatest fannish moment of my life (nothing will ever beat having a beer with Peter Wingfield), where I'm desperate to get online to gloat share with my friends and then real life intervenes, and that's all she wrote.

Once upon a time when I had a girly job I longed for a time when I didn't have to bother with the heels, the stockings, the makeup, the hair..

And lo, my dream came true.

I love my boots, I love my pants (not the actual pants, the concept of wearing them) What I can honestly say is, the joy wears off when it's still 41 degrees outside at 6pm, and probably dammit hotter still inside.

The lightening was pretty though. And the 5.3 seconds of rain.

And I'm told it was still 35 degrees at midnight yesterday!!!!

I love my airconditioning.

Rolling blackouts tomorrow apparently.