Morning.
Sorry Its been a while since my last entry. What have I been doing? Well read on and I sall tell all.

A few weeks ago I was nominated by my Assistant Manager to go to Burnley, to promote Carte Blanche, you know the me to you bears, the ugly grey things, yeah them. Anyway I get there and discover how I'm to promote it. Im dressing up as one. A big grey cuddly bear...Oh joy.

For anyone who has ever been a mascot at a sporting even or any other event, dealing with the public, I do not envy you. Because it was horrid! the fact that I could not see very much was not at all the issue, I stumbled my way around a very unfamiliar surrounding, just about anyway. The trouble began when I was told to give people hugs and shake hands. After all who doesn't want to hug a me to you bear right?

So a few kids cried, nevermind. I got alot of hugs sure, some from kids, some from very nice women and some from not so nice women and also from men. But there was the scrote problem, England's growing problem, the scum. And boy did it hurt. I was kicked, punched, hit and just generally abused. Burnley, never again, carte blanche, erm, maybe again, we'll see.

One funny moment however. Ok, so I can not see anything out of this stupid suit. And to my right I hear a ladies voice, ''Give the bear a hug, go on'' I turn to my right, look down and see a small girl, as high as my knee looking at me. I put my arms out, in a hugging stance, ready for the kid to run up and hug me like so many before her. Anyway, this girl does run up to me, but then suddenly stops short and looks up at me. At this point I'm thinking "whats goin on?" The girl then takes two steps forward and shoves her hand up into my crotch, giving me a big fright! The lady is screaming "Oh my god, dont hug him there, not there!" and I'm jigging in the suit screaming "Oh my god, I'm goin to jail, I'm going to jail!!"

Kids!!

Have fun!
 

Morning

Ok so picture the scene. Card shop. Very busy. Long queue. I’m at till 2 which is on the corner of the till point next to till 3 which is occupied by a lad. So basically I’m touching arses with the lad and its very uncomfortable…For the most part. He is serving someone and I shout ‘Next please.’
A lady comes and plonks her stuff onto till point 3 on top of the lady being served at till 3. We all look at her but she just stares at me.
So I say, ‘could you just come onto this till please, it doesn’t make sense you doing that.’
So the lady picks her stuff up and throws it down on till 2 (The correct one this time) ‘What did you say?’ she says to me’
I say, ‘I said, could you come here, cos what you just did doesn’t make sense.’
‘What do you mean?’ she says to me.
‘Well’ I say, ‘There was an empty till point yet you decided to throw it onto till 3 which is being used.’
Far from impressed she says ‘Are you being cheeky?’
Myself far from being impressed reply ‘Yes I am, because your being dumb. You customers are like sheep, you see one do it you all do it.’
With perfect timing my supervisor turns up from nowhere and says, ‘Here now after you serve that lady.’
The woman looks at me as if to say ‘Yep your sacked’
Unfortunately for her, my supervisor didn’t hear what happened and just wanted me to help with carrying something. Hard cheese lady.

Customers….Pfft.
 

Morning.

So, there I was, standing at the till when a lady comes up - you know the type, middle aged, ugly and very very bitter - probably aware that her life is soon to finish and mine has another 60 years on it.

She comes to the till throws a gift bag across at me, almost hitting me and declares ''I don't want it! its ripped'' and walks off. Im stood thinking, okay...why give it me then. There is a big queue building and I wait for her to return because she has left her purse on the counter. I turn to another employee and ask ''Where's she gone?''

Right then a brute, ugly fellow, scouse, if you've met one, you know what im talking about. He comes over the counter, grabs me by the tie and yanks me across the till and then continues to throttle me by my tie. Screaming at me about how to treat his wife. Well I was rather stunned and just kept nodding dumbly saying ''yes, yes''

Fortunately for me a security guard, rather in love with himself and not very big for someone i want to save my life, comes and the man lets go, leaving me and atleast 20 witnesses gobsmacked. My manager comes out to see what all the commotion is about and the man, get this, the man complains about my behaviour. My manager takes one look at me - me, while I'm trying to release the knot on my tie so i can actually breathe - says ''I don't think so''.

Customers! believe me, I have a lot more where that came from.
 

Morning.

Bought a DVD box collection couple of days ago. Rome. Its been shown on the BBC, done by HBO. Not seen it before but for £30 from HMV, bargain I'd say! So far so good. Good characters, good story and my personal favourite, lots of blood. Can't complain really. The box itself is very nice too, its almost as though it's a wooden gift box. Gift boxes, should know all about them from my job, blah!

Have a day off from work today, very much needed. It's like working in a sauna, felt like I've been wearin a bucket of sweat all week. The air conditioning is broke and they can't fix it until they have permission, what rubbish! I've had so many customers complain to me about the heat, just feel like saying, 'I SMEGGING KNOW!'

Customers, theres something else. Well actually that can be for another time, until then take care. Have fun!