an exelent start

does it happen to everyone or is it just me, when the worst time for something to happen is exactly when it does. i walk into work and its a tip, i work in a kitchen so thats not good. obviously its my responsability to fix everyones problems that morning. its a tip because the people on are to inexperienced and shouldent be there, but they are because the aparently experienced and reliable staff have hangovers and havent turned up. so first i have to get the place in some decent state of repair, then i have to educate these people as to what they are supposed to do. its not there fault so i cant have a go, they were thrust into this situation. its not what you want when you drag yourself into work on a saturday morning to cries of "help they cant cope."

but wait theres more.

i hear the words, just as things are begining to pull themselves together, "weve got a visit."

bollocks

not only has the day started shit, its gouing to get worse because im left running the bloody kitchen when health and saftey are on there way. my manager looks like they are about to have an anurism because theres only him around to deal with the front and customers iv spent 20 mins in store and im allready regretting it and on the way is health and safety, the area manager, the regonal manager and an entorage of about half a dozen.

and iv had almost no sleep.

i run myself ragged all bloody day so that things are perfect for when they arrive. half way through the shift im about to explode from frustration and tiredness, my head is bounding my feet are killing me and the manager on the front has a vein in his forhead threatening to go of like mt.st. helens. the phone rings.

theyve gone somwhere else.

i breathe a sigh of relieif, i can breathe, there is a weight lifted from my shoulders.

i turn to look at the board with breaks ant shifts on and i see a stranger. holding her uniform.

no, it couldent be. not now.

a new starter. first bloody shift on a saturday lunchtime. understaffed and overworked as it is and they do this to us. then i hear those words that make my heart break. "are you adam, iv got to find him, hes training me."

i want to cry. but i cant muster the enthusiasm.

i hope and pray that this girl has some sort of mental capacity but as the day goes on i discover that she has the inteligence of a stunned herring and the atention span of a butterfly with atention defecit. whats worse is all the male staff are drooling over her wishing they were training her when the only effect she has on me is to triple my bloodpresure and make me invent whole new ways of hating someone. now i hope im a nice guy and im going to put this all down to a bad day, but i swear if i hear that mindless giggle again im going to stuff her into the fridge. i mean come on, after four hours would you not have mastered putting 4 nuggets in a bag marked 4 nuggets? i mean really. whats wrong with these people.