Entries Tagged ‘Work’



Dead rising… for work

December 24th marks the eve before Christmas, to me, it marks the start of a much needed rest. For the past two weeks I have been working solidly from six in the evening, straight through until six in the morning.

The bags under my eyes have bags, fuck that, they have suitcases; the kind that expand.

What possessed me to work those ungodly hours I don’t know. Perhaps it was my childhood desire to be locked in a shopping centre over night that did it, or maybe it was my love of Dead Rising – you know, the zombie computer game.

Because walking through a deserted shopping centre resembling one of the living dead, and I’m pretty much there.

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SOS: Selling Our Souls

Working in retail means that sometimes I have to sell my soul. Sometimes I am forced to sell customers things they don’t necessarily want or need when they’re at the till purchasing things they actually do want or need – just to make the company I’m working for a bit more of a profit.

This is called Point of Sale selling, whereby using my metaphoric charms, I talk a customer into buying an item which is on offer, or relates to a product they’re already buying.

You might know this as being hassled at the till when all you want to do is pay for your goods and leave the shop as quickly as possible.

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It’s not new

Despite what people say, I haven’t got “new hair”. It’s the same hair I’ve always had, except it’s just brown now instead of blonde.

You might also be able to guess my new place of work from the t-shirt I’m wearing.

Talking of work, since leaving the airport I’ve had a very different client base to deal with. Don’t get me wrong, they’re still the general public but they’re a different sort of breed on the high street.



Plan B-egone

Some time ago I made a Plan B which encapsulated everything I wanted to achieve in the coming year. Yeah. Well I got bored of that and now use it as a moodle, doodle board. And at times when I’m feeling particularly inspired, I scrawl things on it to motivate me.

Things like:

Remember to take the rubbish out.

And

Remove hair from plughole.

If that doesn’t want to get me out of bed in the morning, then nothing will.

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You need to get a life

That’s what a customer told me today after I asked to see their boarding pass. Thank God tomorrow is my last day working at Heathrow.

I physically cannot stand the place. And when you dread going into work, you know it’s time for a change.

So I changed, and took the little-too-late advice of that sad customer – and got a life. Or at least a new job. Which is a start.  Monday in fact. Now to fix the rest of my so-called life.

Hug anyone?