Smack me

If things go on like this much longer I'm going to get into all sorts of trouble. Carl will insist on sloping about with his shirt unbuttoned excessively. All I want to do is run my fingers over those portions of his exposed and sort those pesky buttons* out. I'm making a complete fool of my self and not for the first time over someone young enough to be my son.

Senior Paper Shuffler is on holiday but she's back on Monday. If she finds out I've been drooling over her Pet I'm going to be in deep shit. Of course I haven't checked out his arse. But that's only because I can't get his chest and his grin off my mind.

Oh dear.

* That is, of course, the few he leaves buttoned up - rather than those delightfully unbuttoned ones.

Poor sod

One of our least popular employees is on his way out. He's off to another employer, one we know to be a lot tougher than us and we all confidently expect him to fall flat on his face. He's fat and hopeless, he's fussy, fixates on all the wrong things, and utterly useless at anything he's ever asked to do (or he takes far to long to do a good job).

Recently he's been responsible for a section and making a complete hash of it. I know that this is true. So does my boss.

I heard her today, discussing him with someone at her own level and in the presence of someone else at my level [we're rather hierarchical here]. Blah, blah, blah, how she's worked that section behind him and can't wait to see the back of him, he was given that section by the GM as an opportunity to prove himself. He's failed. Good ridance.

Later this evening I was called out to a pricing problem. A customer had produced two items believing them to be 'on offer'. Since she'd paid for goods we didn't need to hold people up. She and I walked back into the relevant section and there was the shelf talker promoting the the offer. Except that the offer expired exactly one month ago.

I honoured it as I should and felt sheepish for the rest of the night. We're all human. We all make mistakes.