Thursday, 28 May 2009

Having a job.

It has been a while since I have written anything of any remote interest, for which I apologise. This has been due to the fact that I have acquired a job. I am currently working for Office. Unfortunately when telling people I work in Office, it is often misconstrued, and people tend to think that I work in an office. There are several aspects of working in Office (a shoe shop for those of you who have never been on a high street), that I enjoy. Firstly I must say that getting a discount on 8 pairs of shoes every four months is very nice. I also enjoy the general lack of being told what to do. There are several things I do not enjoy however:

1. My horrendously muscly legs from running up and down the stairs several hundred times each shift.
2. The number of times I have dropped boxes on my face from great heights.
3. Dusting glass shelves which obstinately refuse to remain free of dust for even the shortest period of time.
4. I also do not enjoy the fact that at the most inappropriatly busy times, I will get to the desired shoe in the stock room and then completely forget what size I am meant to be getting. This happens more times than is acceptable.

However, my all time least favourite thing about working at Office is the policy they have when we do not possess the correct size. The policy is, in the case when we do not possess the correct size of the desired shoe, we are required to take 3 different options. Now please do not get me wrong, I completely agree that showing different styles which are similar to the desired style can be helpful, BUT my problem comes when we have the size below or above in the desired style. In this case, I might take the smaller or larger size down, but it is a horrible feeling when you are walking towards the customer holding the desired style, in the wrong size. The look of disappointment you create on their previously joyful, expectant faces is heart breaking. I have never informed anyone of a loved one dying and I'm sure I cannot categorise the death of a family member and the absence of the correct shoe as being in the same league, but if the pain of losing a loved one is as painful as trying on the shoes you want most in the world in the wrong size, I would not like to lose a loved one.

Friday, 1 May 2009


When was the last time anyone watched channel 5? Just a thought.