Clearing the backlog, part two

As mentioned I had to work the Friday shift with Yoda and it was not a pleasant experience.

I walked into the middle of a conversation between her and the Bolshie Book Worm, being conducted at full volume so I walked out onto the shop floor - and I stayed there until the pair emerged from the office. The conversation was work related in that it involved a couple of the less capable members of staff (employment as a 'care in the community' type arrangements).

Unfortunately after BBW clocked off Yoda came back in and entered into another protracted conversation with the Maltese Terrier this time. It was about holidays at first, then about hair, finally about depilation and their respective degrees of hairiness or otherwise. I tried ever so hard not to hear a word they were saying but I did catch Yoda's claim that her eyebrows no longer need to be plucked.

I'd be worried.

I couldn't bear it and left, drifing about on the shop floor as long as possible. Eventually I spotted her bottle blond barnet at the far end of the store and new it was safe to return to my desk. I was able to watch from the monitor as she engaged our uniformed security guard in a long conversation. A very long conversation. I'm not sure it was well advised to distract the security guard, but she's paid more than me - what could I possibly know.

Eventually she moved on. A little while later she came in having sorted out that her elderly mother was not, after all, entitled to a refund having been overcharged on something or other that should have been on offer. No mums (sic) had made a mistake.

Having covered depilation, perming, the new series of Strictly Come Dancing (that was it! - I knew there'd been a discussion about something on TV) and her mother's bill Yoda was finally at liberty to get on with what was the most important matter of the day: Dog Food.

Not filling the shelves of the pet food aisle, though. Oh, no. Yoda's pet pooch can only eat certain foods, many things 'make her toilet go funny'. I think Yoda means, here, that a lot of food gives her pampered pet the runs. Yoda faced a dilemma though; how to get to the vet before it closed when The Visit of the great and good might still happen.

The Maltese Terrier suggested getting one of the staff to run down to the bottom end of town on her behalf. So that's what happened. In essence Yoda purloined a company asset when she diverted an employee on paid time to run an errand for her.