Whoo wee. It's been a while. Lordy. Oh well. Tis the season of neglected blogs I suppose. Well, Merry Festivus and Happy whatever to you all. I'm smack dab in the middle of the gift giving season, meaning that my hours at work are long, unproductive and good fun. There's a certain level of stress that makes everyone extra chummy at work, since we all know we're in the same barrel, so to speak, and I find it enjoyable. I find it even more enjoyable now that I have a set of managers keys and I can DO WHATEVER I WANT! No, not really. But at least I can process refunds and open the till without having to seek parental permission. I like that.
I'm not sure yet as to my future at the store - hard to say if they will get the permission to carry on any of the Christmas temps like last year. Who knows. If not, I'll have to plan accordingly. For now I'm trying to enjoy my time here with the wonderful people I work with. I'd really like to stay. Really really really. But we'll see. If I don't, I don't. And I'll survive. Without breaking into song. I will survive... oh as long as I know... Okay. Stopping now.
We had our Christmas party on Wednesday, and it was lots and lots of fun. I drank and was merry, and while some of our less-shameful colleagues did some rather shameful acts with each other, I'm pleased to announce that I took part in none of this, and instead went to a rather quiet afterparty with my 3 managers and Kevin, our loss prevention man, while the others carried onto a club.
And, although I'm not going to name any shameful names/deeds, I'd like to introduce you to some of the lovely people I work with:
On the left there is me (obviously), my lovely supervisor Tissa (who is moving to Serbia next year!) and Patrick, our in-house games and tech man. On the right is one of the other temps, Sam, who was a smidgen drunk, and Libby, the gal that counts all the money and keeps the safe... well... safe.
Joining Libby and Tissa on the left there is Mark, a full-timer with a permanent job. Bah. On the right is our store manager, Lindsey, and the aforementioned Loss Prevention man, Kevin.
Now that we've moved outside the bar so everyone can smoke, here's our back of store, all-around protection man Ronnie and one of the gals that works in the back, Joan. On the right is my new assistant manager Otto and the previously mentioned drunk, Sam.
I missed a couple people in those photos, mainly Dave and some of the other Christmas temps, but that's okay. I've got other, drunk, blurry pictures of them for another day.
That's that for now I think. I have tomorrow and Wednesday off, and I'm not sure yet what to do with them. The weather outside is frightful (but the fire is so delightful...), although not nearly as frightful as it is back home, so I might stay indoors and bake cookies. Who knows. Either way, hopefully I'll get out and take some more pictures soon. My poor camera is feeling rather neglected I think.
Plus, I need to finish of my Secret Santa gift for the house. Man alive Christmas is next FRIDAY!
WHAT HAPPENED TO DECEMBER? What will I do when I no longer get to wake up to chocolate and exciting facts about the Stig? My life will no longer be complete...
'Tis the season!