Spoiled rotten…

Well, it’s Sunday. I’ve been working in a bread warehouse since Tuesday. The weekday guy is the most miserable, bitter old goat. Constantly sighing and puffing every time something isn’t done quite right. And by done quite right, I mean if you hadn’t used a bloody set square to line up these precious bread stacks. He genuinely doesn’t appear give a damn about anyone or anything other than his bread and clearly resents having to train new people. No doubt he has his reasons for being so damn miserable, but having worked with five others doing exactly the same thing, it was quite a shock. Not only that, I have reached a point in my life where I realise that I don’t have to take bullshit from ANYONE. One of the things that made me so good at the vaccination centre (I’m told) was how I would take on board patients vibes so well. It was an advantage there. Here however, I took the guy’s vibe on too. Most definitely a disadvantage. I was almost ready to walk out. The whole process with the others was almost pleasant. Since February 1st, I was lucky enough to genuinely like and respect every one of my colleagues at the vaccination centre. A very rare thing indeed. In fact, I’ve never been in such a position in my life.

Like I said… Spoiled rotten.

Physically, this job has been killing me so far. I’m still pretty weak from all the weight I lost last year. I was dangerously underweight, almost skeletal. Today isn’t so bad but it’s quiet. I have Monday and Tuesday off. My Princeling has finally got himself a job. Ironically, in a warehouse too. I am planning on dropping him off and picking him up, but I have one litre of fuel left. Everyone has been panic buying fuel due to the delivery driver shortage. Prices are going up too. I’ll have to queue up for god knows how long on the way home. Fingers crossed they haven’t ran dry by then or I might on the way home. It’s just like the toilet roll situation when the first lockdown was coming. People are so selfish.

I’m still waiting to hear back about the Ding vaccination centre job. I’ll need a lot more fuel ironically, but the wages should be more than good enough to cover that. Assuming I get full time hours that is.

I’m sat in the smoking shelter, and the biggest rat I have ever seen comes scurrying past me. Gross. Much like the rest of this place. The toilets have built up grime all around the hand dryer, walls, around the sink and everything. I even took a photo. Part of me wants to report them to the HSE. Obviously that would be stupid while I’m working here.

So now it’s Wednesday. I’m back at work. After the meltdowns of the last few days, I have made an attitude adjustment. I had to. I’d go crazy otherwise. I was going crazy. Mr dear friend and adopted brother came round after work yesterday. I was pathetically grateful for the visit. He is always a good one to talk to about work related stresses. He always was.

I asked Mr Grump if he was ok when I saw him his morning. I’m not having it any more. Two can play at passive aggressive. He doesn’t stand a chance on that level. I’m not causing trouble. Quite the opposite. Just as I’m typing this , he comes out to the smoking shelter. Well blow me, he smiled.

Omg he’s a tiktok fiend. Of course he is. Probably the only humour in his life. If you can call that humour. I feel so much better today. I’m brushing off his huffing and puffing quite easily for now. Thank the gods I’m not still in meltdown mode. If I was, I’d have ripped him a new one by now. I have my Bluetooth headphones today. That’s making a huge difference even if it is in one ear. Lets see how this job goes…