Lali ho!
Those of you who read my many many blogs will know in great detail that I'm predisposed to being a miserable bastard, complaining about anything and everything, but most notably how my life is overwhelmingly unfair and I never seem to have any success with any of my endevours. Well, things have been on the up recently. My faith that good things shall come to pass has finally been proven to be worth all the things I've been prepared to overlook. For starters...
- I've been promoted. While it's not 100% official yet, I've basically been given complete control over an entire section of my store. Anything football related or any sort of sporting equipment is my turf now. I'm responsible for an entire stock room, the training of new staff members for anything customer service or replica sporting goods related, and while they work in the replica section everybody is under my command. The reason for this increase in responsibilities is given by the area manager as my excellent customer service skills (AKA: my ability to keep curse words under my breath, or at the very least yell expletives in a language they couldn't possibly comprehend), my ability to consistantly sell additional items such as shoe care (like selling cleaning products is hard, especially when it's muddy everywhere in this country) and my willingness to give every customer 110%, which I don't, I just make it look like I do.
I do work hard, but now that I've been at the store for a while pretty much everything's second nature at this point. Most of the time I'm running on automatic, it's rare I have to focus on anything. Hence why it always looks like I'm working hard when in fact I'm barely working at all, I'm probably off in a world of my own. Thinking about how much I'd like to hurl football boots at the awkward customers, or pin some of the thieving kids down and bitch slap them upside the face until they learn to stay out of my department. That sort of thing. But the area manager takes one look at me and somehow decides that I'm some sort of uber employee. I'm not on minimum wage any more, I have responsibilities, decent hours, and the respect of my colleagues.
Not bad considering I've been there less than two months. Incidentally, the little prick on Facebook badmouthing me, saying I'll never ammount to anything and so forth, that I know for a fact will find a way of reading this, go fuck yourself before you find my gunblade sticking through your intestines. I'm earning more money than you, I'm climbing the corporate ladder while you remain a nothing, and I'm just utterly fantastic while you're a friendless toss weed. Go and kill yourself for the good of the gene pool. That will be all.
- Events in my past left me basically unwilling to partake in any sort of relationship for a few years, it's a long story. But the end result of not dating for a few years was that I grew to think of the girls around me as my friends as opposed to just something for me to insert things into, like how most guys tend to see women. I talk to them like I would anyone else, I just don't think of them any differently. That seems to have paid off in rather unexpected ways. As I'm the only person who doesn't hit on my female colleagues, I'm the only person they'll speak to freely about anything. They all seem to trust me. To the point that now I've been given control of my own department, there are suddenly several requests from female members of staff to transfer into said department. There's been several instances where it seems to be something else though. Especially with one of them, who never seems to let me out of her sight. Took her all of three minutes to request a transfer as soon as my command over the section had been established.
I'm not even trying. I'm not exactly hideous but then I've never considered myself to be the new Brad Pitt or whoever the superstar everyone wants du jour. I stay out of romantic matters as a general rule, mostly because I don't really have all that much to be offering a potential partner. I'm still living with my old man at the age of 23 which is fuckin' sad and my room is a Harry Potter style cupboard with no space at all, I work in a sporting goods store, my family are all ass hats, etc. One day I'll feel comfortable enough to endeavour with such things but right now I have more important things on my mind. Yet not trying seems to bring me the attention I'm trying to avoid. Maybe I should start trying to get a girlfriend every once in a while and I might get some peace and quiet.
- My remaining eBay deliveries are being sent via UPS. Even allowing for the fact that they're coming an obscene distance, one from Pakistan the other from Australia, they should arrive with some degree of haste. Sweet.
- In recognition of my promotion, and thus the indispituable fact that I'm already higher in rank than he ever was, my dad bought me some new shoes and a new pair of jogging bottoms (my old ones had a rip) so I have some decent trainers for work and some comfortable clothes to kick around the house in. That was nice of him. He's also let me off the rest of the money I owe him for my Xbox 360, meaning I bought it for a grand sum of £20, everything included. So although I only have one day off instead of two until next Sunday, at least I can play Ninja Gaiden 2 on what little time off I have. I was supposed to have Monday, Tuesday and Sunday off, but given my new responsibilities I'm now needed on Tuesday, as it's the only time all three of my new trainees will be together so I can train them all at once instead of individually. Plus we're running an offer at the moment, 20% off quite literally everything in the store, so it's best if I'm there to maximise sales for the duration of the offer, make the most of how pathetically easy I find it to sell things.
- I have my own moogle (finally arrived in the post), more games and dvd's than I could ever really need (although I'll still get more) enough tasty food to last me the two weeks or so until the mighty payday (when I will once again go eBay crazy) and thanks to my previous crazy eBay session with my last pay check I already have all the things I've ever actually wanted, such as my moogle and the various games I purchased. I got pretty much all the things I always look for on eBay last time I was there. God knows what sort of crap I'll be buying this time out. It's interesting to see that there's a buster sword on there..hmm...
Yep, life's pretty sweet right now. I'm earning way more money than I actually need, I have all the shiny things I actually want, I'm still fuckin' awesome without even putting any effort into anything, and things only look to be getting better from here.
Well, with the exception of the rather nasty business with....her.
But enough of that. As I have tomorrow off I have absolutely no reason to go to bed early. I am therefore going on a Ninja Gaiden 2 sesh, where it is my sworn intent to find this so-called Archfiend and insert the Dragon Sword into his throat. Toodles.
Blaze.
Those of you who read my many many blogs will know in great detail that I'm predisposed to being a miserable bastard, complaining about anything and everything, but most notably how my life is overwhelmingly unfair and I never seem to have any success with any of my endevours. Well, things have been on the up recently. My faith that good things shall come to pass has finally been proven to be worth all the things I've been prepared to overlook. For starters...
- I've been promoted. While it's not 100% official yet, I've basically been given complete control over an entire section of my store. Anything football related or any sort of sporting equipment is my turf now. I'm responsible for an entire stock room, the training of new staff members for anything customer service or replica sporting goods related, and while they work in the replica section everybody is under my command. The reason for this increase in responsibilities is given by the area manager as my excellent customer service skills (AKA: my ability to keep curse words under my breath, or at the very least yell expletives in a language they couldn't possibly comprehend), my ability to consistantly sell additional items such as shoe care (like selling cleaning products is hard, especially when it's muddy everywhere in this country) and my willingness to give every customer 110%, which I don't, I just make it look like I do.
I do work hard, but now that I've been at the store for a while pretty much everything's second nature at this point. Most of the time I'm running on automatic, it's rare I have to focus on anything. Hence why it always looks like I'm working hard when in fact I'm barely working at all, I'm probably off in a world of my own. Thinking about how much I'd like to hurl football boots at the awkward customers, or pin some of the thieving kids down and bitch slap them upside the face until they learn to stay out of my department. That sort of thing. But the area manager takes one look at me and somehow decides that I'm some sort of uber employee. I'm not on minimum wage any more, I have responsibilities, decent hours, and the respect of my colleagues.
Not bad considering I've been there less than two months. Incidentally, the little prick on Facebook badmouthing me, saying I'll never ammount to anything and so forth, that I know for a fact will find a way of reading this, go fuck yourself before you find my gunblade sticking through your intestines. I'm earning more money than you, I'm climbing the corporate ladder while you remain a nothing, and I'm just utterly fantastic while you're a friendless toss weed. Go and kill yourself for the good of the gene pool. That will be all.
- Events in my past left me basically unwilling to partake in any sort of relationship for a few years, it's a long story. But the end result of not dating for a few years was that I grew to think of the girls around me as my friends as opposed to just something for me to insert things into, like how most guys tend to see women. I talk to them like I would anyone else, I just don't think of them any differently. That seems to have paid off in rather unexpected ways. As I'm the only person who doesn't hit on my female colleagues, I'm the only person they'll speak to freely about anything. They all seem to trust me. To the point that now I've been given control of my own department, there are suddenly several requests from female members of staff to transfer into said department. There's been several instances where it seems to be something else though. Especially with one of them, who never seems to let me out of her sight. Took her all of three minutes to request a transfer as soon as my command over the section had been established.
I'm not even trying. I'm not exactly hideous but then I've never considered myself to be the new Brad Pitt or whoever the superstar everyone wants du jour. I stay out of romantic matters as a general rule, mostly because I don't really have all that much to be offering a potential partner. I'm still living with my old man at the age of 23 which is fuckin' sad and my room is a Harry Potter style cupboard with no space at all, I work in a sporting goods store, my family are all ass hats, etc. One day I'll feel comfortable enough to endeavour with such things but right now I have more important things on my mind. Yet not trying seems to bring me the attention I'm trying to avoid. Maybe I should start trying to get a girlfriend every once in a while and I might get some peace and quiet.
- My remaining eBay deliveries are being sent via UPS. Even allowing for the fact that they're coming an obscene distance, one from Pakistan the other from Australia, they should arrive with some degree of haste. Sweet.
- In recognition of my promotion, and thus the indispituable fact that I'm already higher in rank than he ever was, my dad bought me some new shoes and a new pair of jogging bottoms (my old ones had a rip) so I have some decent trainers for work and some comfortable clothes to kick around the house in. That was nice of him. He's also let me off the rest of the money I owe him for my Xbox 360, meaning I bought it for a grand sum of £20, everything included. So although I only have one day off instead of two until next Sunday, at least I can play Ninja Gaiden 2 on what little time off I have. I was supposed to have Monday, Tuesday and Sunday off, but given my new responsibilities I'm now needed on Tuesday, as it's the only time all three of my new trainees will be together so I can train them all at once instead of individually. Plus we're running an offer at the moment, 20% off quite literally everything in the store, so it's best if I'm there to maximise sales for the duration of the offer, make the most of how pathetically easy I find it to sell things.
- I have my own moogle (finally arrived in the post), more games and dvd's than I could ever really need (although I'll still get more) enough tasty food to last me the two weeks or so until the mighty payday (when I will once again go eBay crazy) and thanks to my previous crazy eBay session with my last pay check I already have all the things I've ever actually wanted, such as my moogle and the various games I purchased. I got pretty much all the things I always look for on eBay last time I was there. God knows what sort of crap I'll be buying this time out. It's interesting to see that there's a buster sword on there..hmm...
Yep, life's pretty sweet right now. I'm earning way more money than I actually need, I have all the shiny things I actually want, I'm still fuckin' awesome without even putting any effort into anything, and things only look to be getting better from here.
Well, with the exception of the rather nasty business with....her.
But enough of that. As I have tomorrow off I have absolutely no reason to go to bed early. I am therefore going on a Ninja Gaiden 2 sesh, where it is my sworn intent to find this so-called Archfiend and insert the Dragon Sword into his throat. Toodles.
Blaze.
