The 3 worst things about my job..

No. 1
Energy drinks like RELENTLESS, and the kids who hang around outside the supermarket absolutely off their tits on them. We’re trying to run a professional store and we’re surrounding by 12-year-olds with enough caffeine in their system to kill a camel.
Most of them are downing three of four cans a day, and some of them even pop back in during their school lunch break for a top-up. I'm so glad I'm not a teacher.

No. 2
Management talking bollocks. The job is hard enough without people above you on the chain of command disguising their lack of intelligence by communicating using a combination of words that sounds impressive, but when analysed makes no coherent sense whatsoever.
This phrase arrived today in an e-mail from our Area Manager:
“Beneficial value stock re-branding should facilitate improved customer confidence exponentially thereby up-trending our ongoing market-share top-placement.”
Wanker.
　
No.3
Amy-Beth, the part-time girl who works weekend shifts with me. When I say ‘works’ that’s not a particularly accurate description of her role. What she does is get paid to be in the building, where she ignores the work she is supposed to be doing in favour of moaning about boys at her college. She also starts every sentence with the word ‘so’ and uses the word ‘like’ at least six times every time she speaks. A typical phrase from her is “So, my teacher, like, asked us to write an essay that was, like, ssssoooo boring, and I was like, ‘I can’t be bothered’ and he was, like, sssssooooo angry”
She does that every time she’s with me. And I, like, find it ssssooooooo annoying.

RC 16-4-12