Aw Felgercarb!

Well, I very rarely have the sort of day I'd describe as a 'bad day'. Sure, I have days when I feel down, but not days when it feels like everything is on it's quest to ruin life for ya. Today was one of those days.

I was looking foward to it to. I had the day off, probably my last free Saturday until Christmas. Until I was woken up by a phone call. I scrambled out of bed just to miss it. I checked the answer machine and got the message:
"This is from Argos, you're supposed to be working today 10.00-5.00. Where are you?". Aw shit I thought. I really wasn't supposed to be, I had rang up for my hours and been told I wasn't working. Either way I rang them back. No reply. I spent ten minutes trying to get a reply, before switching numbers. Then I spent ten mintues being engaged. Eventually I get through to the managers and they expalin how I am suppoed to be working, and they must of read my hours wrongly over the phone.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, praying they'd say stay home.
"Well, we can move you're hours. If you have plans, don't worry." I should of said I did, but didn't want to lie. By now it's 11.10.
"It's alright." I replied.
"Okay, we'll change them then."
"To what? There's no way I could get in before 12.00."
"How about 12.00-5.30?" I agree and hang up. It's 11.15 and I have no work stuff ready, haven't eaten, and am extremely tired.

I ran out the door, catching sight of a letter from Plymouth University addressed to "Miss Leigh Valentine". Nice touch, fate! Ignoring that I managed to get to the bus stop, but a few mintues late. I waited, praying it'll show up, and just before I give up it does! Phew. That was a bit of luck.

I succesfully made it into work on time, to be told I was working on the conveyor belt. I sighed, glad I actually had some luck finally! The converyer belts were nice and easy, just moving things off the belt and onto the shelves. So I walked in there, smiling that I had an easy job. First thing somebody says to me is:
"Can you get on collection please? We're busy." Fuck. Collection is packed, and I spend the day working my ass off. It's okay though, because I got a 15 minute break which was just enough time to get a drink! Nothing to eat though.

So I continue working, with people working around the clock to seek me out if they had a problem. Like an old lady who seemed to blame me she was waiting for a kettle from the stock room! Or one customer who, after seeing how stressed we were getting, so elegantly put it:
"Who the hell would want to work at Argos?"

On my way out, I get given (finally!) my uniform. A PURPLE shirt. PURPLE!? Out of every colour Argos have...

And it's long sleeved....when most of them are short sleeved. Bastards.

Luckily the day actually ended and I could come home! Except the bus driver wouldn't except my travel pass. Eventually, after some persuading, he was convinced it was actually for this city! And so I got home, tired and angry.

That's okay though, I thought, I have something to write about on my blog. Except, of course, my computer had crashed and wouldn't boot up. So I decide to watch DVDs instead. I stick a DVD in to see "No Play" displayed on the player. Some fiddling later and it works. Some more fiddling and advice over the phone from my brother, and my computer works.

But all in all, I had a pretty bad day!
"You seem stressed." As one of the customers put it.

Yeah, that's because I am!