What better time to blog when I don't have a mouse (it's recharging). I was going to start this last night (well, it was more like just after midnight), but my dad decided that when they got home from some party they went to, and they went to bed, I should go to bed aswell. It was only 1am, who really cares, I was going to go to bed anyway. Oh well, I didn't care, it was late anyway. I was lucky that I got off the computer downstairs when I did though. I had only just finished there, had enough time to go and get some ice cream and eat it before they had come home.

Anyway, I had work yesterday. Yep, it mean't I had to get up around 7 to be ready and go to work by 9. I was so hoping that it wasn't going to be too hard during the day. Well, technically it wasn't all that hard, except for the fact that whenever one customer would come, three other ones would be standing there waiting. I was working in the backdock. I've been there one other time and that was on a friday afternoon/night, so it wasn't as busy (or as hot). But yesterday I was doing 9 'til 3 and of course everyone decides to come and pick up their heaviest layby when IT'S HOT OUTSIDE. God, the amount of people wanting bamboo frence shit was amazing. Now those things way a tonne, and when someone comes along and asks for 14, I have to find the key for the crate, open the almost impossible doors, and then squeeze past another bunch of bamboo stuff that no one buys until I get to the ones that they want. I think, I spent about 10 minutes outside at one point and I was already sweating like anything.

In between customers coming along and asking for the stuff that's packed away in some kind of inaccessible area that we have to find a way there, I got to listen to a lot of conversations while I was out there. It is amazing how many staff don't like each other. I was kind of in the middle of it all too, because I was out the back where all the stock gets brought in and where the majority of the store managers have their little conversations, I could just sit there and listen. Such exciting times. Oh! Even more exciting was just near the end of my tea break. I was sitting in the tea room reading a book when all of a sudden, BANG, there goes the lights. Either something bad happened, like a giant thunder storm made it's way in a matter of 2 minutes from where I saw the outside to when I was sitting down, or there was some kind of terrorist attack. The lights stayed off for about 15 seconds (enough time for me to realise that the lights were off and I couldn't read my book anymore). I wasn't too sure whether every other light in the store came on, or in fact whether they were still off. But the instant that happened, all the managers were called out to the front of the store. Instantly I knew something was wrong (haha at that though). So I didn't move, only because I still had 5 minutes left of my tea break. Just as I finished my mars bar, I was called out to the backdock, so either something terrible had happened, or there were a lot of customers out there. Instead, I find out that they didn't know whether or not I was on a 15 minute tea break. FALSE ALARM DAMNIT.

Oh and alarms! I think the store stayed in security lights for about 15 minutes, then all of a sudden, some decide to turn back on, and then a giant alarm starts screaming out the back. While this was all happening, I was doing something in the midway, and all I hear is an alarm. I had no fucking idea what it was, and neither did the majority of the people in the store. I think I heard a pair of old women say "Is that an alarm?", "Yeah, probably". What the fuck. I think if I heard an alarm in a store, and it being as loud as it was, I'd be like, bye! And run off. I wouldn't stand there only to find out that the whole store was going to come crashing down or something to that extent. The alarm was loud enough to be heard clearly at the front of the store, now I could only imagine what the thing would sound like up close. Well, I had to go out the back once I finished where I was, and god that thing was ear piercing. You could not hear anything while you walked infront of the siren. Now why the hell would you have an alarm that loud damnit. I mean, if it was an emergency and people needed to speak or something like that, they'd need to scream into each others ears, or write it on a piece of paper ("WE HAVE TO GET THE FUCK OUT"). Whenever I walked past the alarm though, it felt like each of my ear drums were expanding to five times their original size, but it was alternating. So one ear would do it, then a split second later, the other one would do it.

Well I'm starting to get bored now. Bored, hot, and hungry. Hooray, the worst thing to be on a saturday!