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Apr. 20th, 2007 04:30 pmNext to no nibbles at work today, just a box with a few breadsticks in it, but with the pounds I've put on over Easter that's just as well.
In the second half of the shift I had to put up with a complete arsehole who abused me at nearly every question, just because he was in his late 70s and resented being asked if he'd done any work or adult learning. All the time it was "Listen, if you were my age would you want work?" It got so bad I straight-out told him at one point "I don't compile the questions," but it made no difference. The low point came when I asked what his wife did in the course of her last job (at the hotel they ran together) and he scornfully replied "Cook. Don't your wife cook?" I said "I'm not married," which he met with a fresh outpouring of scorn and derision, blatantly trying to make me feel inadequate. Somehow we completed the whole interview, not without him heaping more abuse on me. The relief at getting that call finished was immense.
Went home feeling like shite. Had to wait ages at Fareham for an 82.
There were two parcels from the Eurovision Shop waiting for me, each one containing the double CD of this year's songs plus the accompanying free gift, a Eurovision pack of cards. I'd only ordered one. On inspection of the invoices, it turned out one of the packages was meant for a man in Tahiti.
In the second half of the shift I had to put up with a complete arsehole who abused me at nearly every question, just because he was in his late 70s and resented being asked if he'd done any work or adult learning. All the time it was "Listen, if you were my age would you want work?" It got so bad I straight-out told him at one point "I don't compile the questions," but it made no difference. The low point came when I asked what his wife did in the course of her last job (at the hotel they ran together) and he scornfully replied "Cook. Don't your wife cook?" I said "I'm not married," which he met with a fresh outpouring of scorn and derision, blatantly trying to make me feel inadequate. Somehow we completed the whole interview, not without him heaping more abuse on me. The relief at getting that call finished was immense.
Went home feeling like shite. Had to wait ages at Fareham for an 82.
There were two parcels from the Eurovision Shop waiting for me, each one containing the double CD of this year's songs plus the accompanying free gift, a Eurovision pack of cards. I'd only ordered one. On inspection of the invoices, it turned out one of the packages was meant for a man in Tahiti.
