Wow that was a long day yesterday was, for
some reason it is always a long day at work yet it is generally not our busiest
day? It was an excellent shift bopping
to my favourite songs, banging trolleys with fellow shoppers and generally
having a good laugh. Boy did I ache at the end, hang
on no I didn’t as I have grown a pair, I felt great and full of get up and go!
Amongst a few at work there is a running
joke on the days I at work in the form of a question. I get asked at what time will I finish toady
to which I always reply “until the end of shopping”.
With the exception of leaving to attend any appointments I always stay
at work until the shopping is finished.
Why, well what’s the point of going home when there is work to be
done? The quicker we get finished the
better surely and if there is time to spare we could be helping out
elsewhere? I mean what would the value
be of a handful of colleagues spending half an hour or so actively going out on
the shop floor to help dress the shelves or help shoppers find what they want? Just one person walking around the store
dressing the shelves and proactively seeking out the customers with puzzled
looks would be so amazing. A roaming
customer assistant, after all trying to find someone to answer a question is
almost impossible at times! How do I
know, well when I cannot answer a customer’s question I often find it difficult
to find a fellow colleague to help?
It was also Mother’s day and although it
has been only a short while since my mum pasted away for the first time I felt strong
and at ease. I cannot change what has
happened, I could not stop it happening so I am focusing on the positives, the
memories I have and trying to live up to her legacy. I had my break in the Café and decided to sit where I could see the shop floor and watched in amusement at all the dad’s with
kids, sons, daughters, and husbands came to get a card, flowers and chocolates
at the last minute. Especially the men
as we are so bad at remembering dates, weather its birthday’s, anniversaries or
special occasions. Here is an
interesting fact, did you know that where I work sold over 11 million tulips on
Mother’s day!
Yesterday also made me realise that I am
not one for days of celebration, birthday’s, Christmas, Easter, Mother and
Father’s day etc. To me each day has
become a unique day in it’s own right, each a new exciting adventures that is
to be savoured completely. Which neatly
leads me on to today.
I woke up feeling tired and weary, as it
was my last day at work before I have two days off. It has been a good week in the sense that a
lot has gone on and I have worked hard.
Well I feel I have worked hard!
My shopping IPH score was not very good at 117 but given the long hours
and the fact I did double my share of bread and freezer shopping it is not too
bad.
There is one thing that has made a mark on
the week that I can talk about. Although
it no longer personally affects me I am still aware and concerned by the
bullies in this world and how they seemingly continue to get away with being nasty and harmful to others. It is
amazing how people who are sick or in personal trouble get the book thrown at
them with all the T’s crossed and I’s dotted yet bullying behaviour is brushed
under the carpet or excuses are made. I
have seen it all my working life, yes the bullies finally get their just
deserts but not after a lot of pain and unnecessary suffering has been
had. How many people have to suffer
before a bully in brought to justice, 1, 5, 10, 1,000, 100,000 or 6 million? How many people suffer if you are off sick
for a day or two, directly one and indirectly very few or none at all. In my working career I have seen people very
ill come into work because any further time off work will result in action
being taken by their employers. A single
person who is unwell that is not directly affecting the others suffers yet a single
individual who directly and indirectly affects the majority is allowed to walk
around scot-free. Why do we have to
continually have to justify over and over again actions to stop people who are
hell bent on making other peoples lives a misery. We now have to make sure it is legal to go to
war or stop a dictator from murdering and harming 1,000’s of people. We have to have a mass out cry after so much
suffering to even wake up those who can deal with these issues, even when there
is a history of that type of behaviour.
Why are the victims always the ones to suffer the most? I do not condone physical violence but I
sometimes wish I could pull their nasty little heads off bullies and put it
where the sun does not shine.
Ok calm Si, calm, think about your two days
off. Two days with no plans other than
to go out with the camera and explore.
Two days to have a play with my studio gear, two days to continue to
follow the adventures of Arthur Dent and friends.
Here are a few photographs from my travels today.
Until the next time take care.
Si x
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