My Trumpet / Note To Self #3

Those blasted mystery shoppers get up my goat, man.
It's so unfair! I can't believe it.

Not to blow my own trumpet, but when it comes to customer service, I pride myself on being very good at it. So when I look at this months review of the store and the "Young Male with Glasses, Sandy Hair & a Small Goatee" gets only an 80% pass mark for his performance I'm a little more than cheesed off.

Call me a too caring, but come on... 10 marks off for not upselling a specific type of muffin and another 10 for saying 'sugar is to the left', but not actually POINTING to the left.
That's a little pathetic isn't it?
What's more annoying is that 9 times out of ten I do these things anyway.

And since when has my been considered 'sandy', hmm?
It's blonde. You insulting bitch.

Grrrrgh. >:< On a happier note, after work I was walked from the train station back home and discovered literally the whole of Edenbridge smelt distinctly of fresh horse manure.
Which of course amused me profusely.
Even if I couldn't 100% disprove the possibility that it may have in fact been me smelling god-awful. No one will ever know.

Then to my disgust I very nearly French kissed a fly. Which decided to end it's life in my half empty can of coke I left in the living room the night before. Eww.

Note to self # 3:
never take a swig from a can of coke open longer than 24 hours.


Spoke to my brother on MSN just now to find out James is officially a smart arse.
7 A's, 2 B's & 2 C's in GCSE. That's crazy, well done boyo.

Happy Birthday again to brother James, Aye Stizzle (welcome to club 20), potty-mouth Cami and anyone else I've shamefully missed out. Riss'pekt!