Your average day at work (or school/college otherwise)!
Trouble is, we don't actually know each other that well. You can say we do, but we don't. Maybe some of us have met up in person, but in order to get a better idea of what someone's academic or work life involves, I created this thread. Maybe someone's day at work or school won't exactly be a fun read, but I believe it will show how we are as a person better. Now, as sometimes my memory just cuts out, I'm going to explain what my last day at work was like - Wednesday. Feel free to make short or long posts on your day, but here's what my job on Wednesday was like...
I don't expect anyone to read this as it's quite long. Only the people who are interested in what a (bad) day at work for me might be like. I don't expect your description to be this long.
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Wednesday has been a generally easy day, college-wise. I went in at 11:00 and I only had a Japanese revision lesson. To be honest, most of my subjects have been cut short lately due to study leave. Honestly... Wednesday wasn't an 'average' day at work. It went quite badly actually. After Japanese lesson, I had nothing to do until work, so I used the computers at college for a bit, checked out E3 videos, etc. My shift was actually supposed to start at 4:30, but the problem was that where I work (Sainsbury's) hadn't posted up my starting times.
With my random memory not quite kicking in, I forgot. So, I assumed it might have been 3:30 that I had to get there for. The most horrible part of going there from college is getting dressed into my Sainsbury's uniform. I have to use the toilets - not good. I got changed for 3:15 and got the bus. The asshole bus driver must have been convinced that, even with the sight of my school bag and college ID, I wasn't a college student. "You must bring a pass," he rambled on. It cost me a whole £1.10 for a two-minute drive - I didn't have much money left for the break.
I was pretty pissed off at that. It seems I can't even apply for a bus pass till September. Screw keeping the country green; if they can't keep bus prices sensible, no wonder more people learn to drive. I got there for around 3:30, and found out that I did indeed have an hour before work started. I was really early. So, I got a cheap drink in a polystyrene cup with my small amount of remaining change and had an hour break in there. It was only a five-hour shift, so I was assured the worst was over. I was pretty stressed at this point, but after the break I was moderately relaxed.
I clocked in at 4:30 and went down to the podium, where I was instructed to operate Till #1, a basket till. I think that's pretty much my permanent position now. I've only been working at Sainsbury's for a few weeks but it's been pretty easy. I screwed a little bit at the start of the shift though, because I forgot to hand some people some vouchers, and small crap like that. Nothing big, but I was pretty tensed up with the stress from the odd bad customer.
It was about an hour and a half into my shift, and I was serving some woman. She put her basket on the small platform next to my till, and I reached to grab the first item. "Urk..." I thought, as I felt something cold, and thick and runny at the same time. I looked down and saw it was some plastic salad bowl, the ones customers fill themselves. She must have crammed it with the sick red stuff (whatever it was) and it was running out. She should have sealed it and I was pretty mad.
I'm sure she could see that I was really pissed off. I scanned the rest of her items, getting a bit of her salad that was on my hand on her items (her damn fault!), and then let her pay, not making an issue of it. Then a load of customers came to the basket till. I couldn't serve them with this disgusting... stuff on my hand. I told someone to call the supervisor, and two minutes later, no one came. I was pretty mad... Loads of customers came to my checkout, and I told them that they'd have to go to the next one. Then when they asked why, I had to politely explain that I got a customer's salad on my hand as the container wasn't sealed.
Finally, the supervisor arrived and I was able to go and wash my hands... I returned to my till, and things thankfully went smoothly from then, for the time being, that is. "Shaun, you can go on your break now," said a supervisor. "Fifteen minutes, right?" I asked. "That's right." I still had to serve a customer though with quite a few items left. So, it was about five minutes in, so I decided to have my break from then. It's only fair.
With my remaining 20p (bastard bus driver) I got another of those cheap, crappy drinks and had a FIFTEEN MINUTE break. A supervisor approached me though and told me that I should never take the checkout key with me. I told her I didn't know that and I won't do it again. I went downstairs, and just as I was approaching the checkout, an announcement was spoken out to the entire store. "Hello, this is a colleague announcement. Can Shaun Collier please make his way to the customer service desk now. Thank you." Five seconds later, I made it there.
I was introduced to a very annoying supervisor who I had thankfully not met before. "Yeah, I didn't know about the key. Lisa told me, so I won't do it again," I said. "Well, that took a BIT more than fifteen minutes, didn't it!?" "Sorry, but the only explanation I can think of would be that the clocks are set differently." "Have you ever heard of a watch!?" Yeah, and I was going to get a damned watch if you morons would have paid me properly, I thought to myself...
I marched back to the checkout, feeling really mad. But it wasn't over yet. The grablock that keeps the money secure was stuck. I spend about four minutes, with that bitch supervisor watching over me, trying to get it open. I finally did it, and thank smurf that the worst was over at that point from the day. I sure as hell hope it won't get as bad as that again. And, I know that some of you may have had worst work experiences, but this is pretty much my first job.
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Now, how about YOU!?
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