I thought I had a cold....
I was wrong.

I thought I had man-flu...
I was wrong.

I learnt I had Hoobs Flu...
The deathly strain of cold, so named after Hooban's intense suffering, far worse than any man flu that might come about, more difficult to get rid of than any cold before it. I am, essentially, dying.

Well, at the rate Hooban complained about hers when she had it, I should be :)

Realised I havent blogged since... Well. I cant be bothered to go check, but it feels like ages ago. Got a text from Ben saying he'd spent the time reading through my blog and so I panicked, thinking actully, I had no idea what was on here. Yikes. Update time.

So my exams I think went okay, bar one which I know went horrifically badly. My last philosophy paper was iffy, and knowing how hard the exam was last year, I'm not going to do anywhere near as well as I would have liked. Argh.

However, since I finished, I've been at work more, long shifts over the past two days. I agree with what one of my bosses says, that we're not sectionised, we just gel together. Obviously its a bit strange between the people I never work with, but hopefully its getting better.
I like it. I love my job. I love the customers who make me laugh, like the guy who was telling me about his weekend, or the old lady going on her first coach trip. There are so many customers I adore, its just the few that bug me. The one who shouted at me to get my supervisor, and when he came out to try to help, supported me- for the customer to shout angrily at both of us and claim he'd never use our store again. Or the two that just acted disgusted by being in our store at all. The people who snatch things away from you, or tell you how to do your job. The ones who trample over the freakin fantastic customer service we're pushed to provide.
Mum always asks me about my shifts when I come out, so I usually do the highlights of my nice customers and my rubbish customers. Of the rubbish ones, she always says something along the lines of "Can you believe people act like that? We live in a rude society, and the annoying thing, is that they get something out of it at the end of it." Problem is, that yes, I do beleive people are like that. The more forceful you are the more it seems you get. Why then, should anyone be polite, if they get less from it?
Most of the time I don't care enough to think about it, but really, its stupid. Rudeness gets rewarded. Customers get appeased. We try to hard to be fantastic for every customer, and they take advantage of that. Argh.

As is probably obvious from my long rant, I take such pride in my work. I'm so proud of myself when I reach the targets I set, and I try to learn something new each time I'm in. I love talking to new people, I love the laughs that I get from the people I work with.


Ergh, I hate being Ill. My thought processes are all over the place, my blog is jumping from thought to thought and I'm not even sure I'm making sense. I hate being like this. I feel all fragile and not like myself. Like I cant stick up for myself. Ergh.

Cba to blog now. Will blog when it makes sense. Lovee