So employed? Not so much.
Quit work for good now after the failure of the snow to arrive. Incredibly liberating and a bit terrifying at the same time. But there was no way in hell I was staying a minute longer. There are some things you should never say to anyone, especially if you want them to continue working for you and an awful lot got said today. The question remains is whether to cut my losses now, or sue his arse for constructive dismissal and loss of earnings.
Its tempting.
Serious job hunting will commence tomorrow and I do have the luxury of H's promise of a good reference, which is a comfort. She at least knows what an absolute tit her husband is.
Well, I lasted longer than most employees there and I didn't physically assault him on my way out which has happened twice before apparently. I was tempted briefly to take his head lights out, but hey, the Inland Revenue can do that for me.
Thursday 8 February 2007
Wednesday 7 February 2007
Once more unto the breach, unless it snows.
Rather an eventful day all round, considering it was my day off. Work managed 4 phone calls today demanding attention. Which has got to be a new record, but considering the circumstances I was honestly surprised it wasn't more.
A in a masterful stroke hasn't paid the inland revenue an undisclosed amount of money for what I suspect is something to do with PAYE. You do not f**k with the Inland Revenue, at all. They Will Collect. Thus they sent the baliffs around to the shop this morning. A apparently refused to pay and so they're going to repossess his car. Given that his car is a heap of rust and masking tape, I doubt this is going to cover what I expect is quite a large sum.
So cue what was probably a hellish day for poor old P, in which he was instructed to call me about an order I'd done previously in the week, a parcel cock up from yesterday caused by M that I had no dealing with whatsoever, and best of all a mistake on an item stock file that was obviously an input mistake somewhere along the line and was so inconsequential I almost laughed at P when he told me. A always throws his most obnoxious behaviour around when he's under stress and made a cock up, all this adds up to is one hell of an argument with A when I get back to work. The chances of me still being employed by the end of the week are slim to none at the moment.
Hell even on a good day, we haven't managed to talk to each other without devolving into an argument. (We've had some special ones this week, A listened into a minute of conversation I was having with a tech support guy that had lasted half an hour and I was treated to a full ticking off for being to leniant with him. Not to mention his absolute conviction that I should have sold someone another product (that we hadn't got) instead of recommending and ordering something they had specifically requested.)
It would seem the God of something is smiling on me at the moment, because if the man off the telly is to be believed, its going to really snow over night and there is no way I'm going to manage to get to Bristol in those conditions, I'll just take a snow day and tackle this mess on friday.
Wow, what a rant.
A in a masterful stroke hasn't paid the inland revenue an undisclosed amount of money for what I suspect is something to do with PAYE. You do not f**k with the Inland Revenue, at all. They Will Collect. Thus they sent the baliffs around to the shop this morning. A apparently refused to pay and so they're going to repossess his car. Given that his car is a heap of rust and masking tape, I doubt this is going to cover what I expect is quite a large sum.
So cue what was probably a hellish day for poor old P, in which he was instructed to call me about an order I'd done previously in the week, a parcel cock up from yesterday caused by M that I had no dealing with whatsoever, and best of all a mistake on an item stock file that was obviously an input mistake somewhere along the line and was so inconsequential I almost laughed at P when he told me. A always throws his most obnoxious behaviour around when he's under stress and made a cock up, all this adds up to is one hell of an argument with A when I get back to work. The chances of me still being employed by the end of the week are slim to none at the moment.
Hell even on a good day, we haven't managed to talk to each other without devolving into an argument. (We've had some special ones this week, A listened into a minute of conversation I was having with a tech support guy that had lasted half an hour and I was treated to a full ticking off for being to leniant with him. Not to mention his absolute conviction that I should have sold someone another product (that we hadn't got) instead of recommending and ordering something they had specifically requested.)
It would seem the God of something is smiling on me at the moment, because if the man off the telly is to be believed, its going to really snow over night and there is no way I'm going to manage to get to Bristol in those conditions, I'll just take a snow day and tackle this mess on friday.
Wow, what a rant.
Friday 2 February 2007
Enquiring Minds
For those who have wondered, I kept schtum about this blog until I was sure it wouldn't be a 2 post wonder and a bit sheep like, then I got distracted by stuff, then forgot, then, (Seriously, this is any surprise? I positively excel at being crap at any form of communication) Anyway, there you go.
In other news, I had to venture off the A roads in deepest darkest Somerset this evening, I almost didn't make it out alive.
In other news, I had to venture off the A roads in deepest darkest Somerset this evening, I almost didn't make it out alive.
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