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The Little Birds Fly

Down to the Calico Sea

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A Page Out of Morticia's Book
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One Month's Notice
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I have given in my notice. I will be out of a job by the end of September in any case, but I have fast tracked it.

A few days ago, after my 'What is Worse?' entry, I had to stop pre teens stealing our only trolley, which they were using to trundle around the holiday complex roundabout. They were being egged on by their well to do grandparents, who were probably ten years my senior. I had purposely piled the industrial bread trays in the trolley, to discourage people from messing about with it. They thought the shop was shut and were therefore shocked to find me suddenly appearing and struggling to keep my rage in check. I said 'What the HELL do you think you are doing?? I can't allow this... Jesus, I have just neatly stacked this" asking them not to stop doing this,because of the danger etc.

Then a double decker bus came into the park, approaching the roundabout. The kids didn't come to any harm, but the adults watched me retrieve the trolley and didn't offer to help me refill the trolley - I didn't even get a' sorry' from the adults. Just heard them gently reprove the children, saying 'I told you that you shouldn't do it.'

I was astounded - they just let the kids unchecked. The thing that really got me really angry is that it WASN'T a disadvantaged family - they were a well-dressed middle class family. 'You just made the shop lady angry'said the grandfather. I slammed the shop door and locked it. Then had an outburst. Part of this was also brought on by my boss insisting that I only use two wipes to clean the warmer, not to mention other health and safety violations, but largely because even the most supposedly educated or socially well-placed can leave their brain at home when they go on holiday. I haven't been as angry as this for a long time. 

I am not cut out for retail. I can seemingly talk the talk and smile and nod, but find it so hard when I find out that probably 30% of the population are potatoes.

I just don't know what else to do in a economy-specific seaside resort.

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What is Worse?
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A)A five year old boy continually squeaking a plastic chicken, unchecked by it's mother.

B) A fifteen year old lad picking his nose around the shop, then handing me a fiver with the same hand.

C) A thirty plus year old woman complaining about ME at the top of her voice on the phone to her sister, with a shop full of kids that she 'can't f***ing pay (me) via app because there's no f***ing Wi-Fi reception in this f***ing shop'.

D) A fifty year old guy putting his half-eaten Chinese takeaway (lid open) on the counter, then mooches around to contemplate the merits of Lucozade over Monster drink.

E) A toddler dropping (and it's parents leaving) a full tub of pick 'n' mix all over the floor.

F) 'Harmonica Girl'(aged 13) who just breathed in and out through her harmonica, while her mother brought a gang of siblings to the counter to work out individually how much each child had via a list. 'Harmonica Girl' wanted a shiny pebble. She brought it to the till and I went through the rigmarole of finding the correct barcode, only for her to say she didn't want it, she just wanted to add up the numbers of the barcode. While still breathing the harmonica in and out, the shop queue building up behind her.

This all happened within 3/4s of an hour. I shit you not 'Harmonica Girl' was the final straw. Unexpectedly and inadvertently, I blurted out'Jesus Christ! Her mother blithely said that her daughter had Asperger's and had to count things. I have spent 4 years in Special Needs support and have an AS son myself, so I felt a bit bad and said I understood (yet still - for crying out loud).

Today, the wasp invasion was back and one dropped down the back of my neck. Cue me zipping into the storeroom, stripping off my shirt to get the bloody thing out.

I am so done with the summer. The end of the season can't come quick enough.