Now which size were you after???

Yes! MIC has moved on. She no longer works for the regime that was the 'supermarket' and now is starting her new job in a nationally recognised clothing store :P

Yes Im getting paid slightly less but this doesnt worry me as I will be loving every minute of my job. Working with clothes all day, helping customers, hot guys walking in for that necessary pink polo shirt.....i dont agree with it but damn do polo's look fine on guys ;)

I have my first shift on Thurs and the most exciting, I get to go shopping tomorrow for outfits to wear, as they insist I wear their clothing :D

Unfortunately tho, MIC has been taken down by the all to familiar tonsilitis :( Well it's been a pretty bad run of it actually, I cant talk, cant turn my neck and cant swallow anything larger than a capsule.

Got the doc around the other night and he prescribed me 500mg of pennicilin, which I knew was not enough as I get it severly so i need to be on at least 1000mg. So i proceeded to get worse to the point where at training for my new job this morning, I couldnt answer any questions or move faster than a grandma in a walking frame. Not a good start. But nice to see the new boss was already giving me shit about it.

'Speak up MIC, can't hear you.'

Ha Ha Ha.

So yes went back to the docs today and he fears it may be glandula fever. He wanted to give me a blood test, but me being the 5yr old scaredy cat refused and instead he swabbed half way down my throat and gave me this pink liquid i have to take. Is he trying to tell me something???

So yeh Im feeling a bit better but if I dont recover on these drugs then I have Glandula and yeh pretty much fucked. He even said something about having to take steriods for a short period in order to get the swelling down!!!!!!!

Yeh i could just picture coming home, scratching my crotch, feeling my stubble, looking at my parents and saying in a monotone voice.....

'How you goin mate!'

Will work for above award wages...

Readers that work with me will be able to verify this. Friends of MIC would have on numerous occasions heard me whine about this, and as for the rest of my enthusiastic readers, you have probably either heard me bitch about it on here or your just about to get a lesson in my working life.

As most of you know, I work at a 'supermarket', that term I use lightly. I have many close friends there which really are more like family to me now as we have all been there too long.
I also have a notoriously bad run with bad managers. WhatsHerName being the last and what was thought worst of all managers.

But no.

Sadly.

It gets worse than a ugly, slow mole. Excuse the harshness but its true.



We have now had the undesired pleasure of being ruled by an evil force from a world with no conscience. I will call it Fifi. It is a 50 something, northern suburbs, never had a friend as a teenager, trying to relive my youth, must have had Morgan Freeman cut my hair.... cow. Hahahaha oh that was too good....

It has waltzed its bogan ass into our store, and from the moment it opened that mouth all i could smell was the sweet intoxicating aroma of bullshit. It has lied to its workers to apparently 'strategically' forward itself further up the corporate Fab 5's ass and done it with not even so much as a second thought. It has demoted, cease to give hours or plainly make their shift a living hell in order to what I have now been informed as 'weening out' the old staff.

Is it because we're bad workers?

No.

Is it because we don't have a clue what we're doing or how the store runs successfully?

No.

Is it because we're better looking?

Not even debatable.

Or is it simply threatened by the fact that we run fine on our own and really only have it there to organise some rostering and to take the heat when shit fucks up???

Oh I get chills down the spine at the thought.


It really has no idea how to run a business, only to ensure at the end of the day its behind gets in its sad excuse of a car knowing that tomorrow it will come back to the same job.

Ween us old school team out? Oh but with pleasure your highness. For a business that is turning to shit with the single swift of one bad workers hand, id rather get out now with some dignity and work up the ranks somewhere else. Just so I can come back in a few years time, make you put through 3 trolleys worth of the smallest shit i could find in the store, then ask you to sort out into cold goods, meats, cleaning products and well.....fuck it.....sort out all things with sharp corners. You know why IT? Because thats the way it's worked out. Sounds better coming out of my mouth I think.
And after this I will whip out my GOLD credit card to pay for such goods, after no doubtably finding that you have scanned wrong items mroe than once and make you do the refund.
I will walk out the store to my already better but soon to be another whole class car to place my shopping away and drive away.

And what will you be doing??? Oh oh whats that????

Still working at a small non-profitable store, getting called into the managers office every week to be told off and left crying...... Oh, thats a shame. Shouldn't have burnt your bridges and taken the opportunity to prosper when it was there.

Oh that was a harsh piece wasnt it????? Not one to sound bitchy but....

It deserves it.

My love and respect to everyone else at that store, I adore all of you.

ciao ciao, going to play with kitty :P


PS. IT, look up the word customer service, I think you'll be quite shocked.