You know it's weird, this time of year can bring out the best and the worst in people, staff especially. We don't have a bad job really. Yes, the public can be weird, transparently manipulative and just plain awkward. The lady last night, that had indulged in quite a large glass of champagne, then decided that the lipstick Miss White had put on her not an hour before, was making her teeth yellow and insisted she try another more 'blue' bright red, was a very good example of a pissed punter trying to get a free makeover with some tricksy explanation. Unfortunately, she was seen right through and encouraged to leave with two very obvious stripes of bright pink blusher that she was assured would fix her tooth issue.
( I have said it before, there are children dying in Africa and stupid women are bothered about their teeth being yellow, go figure!)
Anyway, it is hard enough with figures, managers and stalkers, but being mean to each other when we are all on the same side is just ridiculous. The Onion, like ogres she has layers, did just that the other day. We have a lovely 'Dippy Peacock' that works in the 'Hall of Plenty' and like everyone, sometimes he forgets things. But last week, the Onion made a decidedly mean attack on him. Apparently the Onion came to open a till in the morning and 'horror upon horror', there were no pound coins, the Bean Counters had not received instructions to supply more and there were only a multitude of fifty pence pieces in there. That being the crime of the century, she complained. Poor 'Dippy Peacock', obviously the victim of a hormone induced , Christmas fuelled, rant- o- rama!
Well, the rift has been brushed over, but I don't think it will be forgotten. And that leads us to my point nicely, come on fellow Tut pushers, as if the stupid nylon outfits and motivational pep talks are not bad enough, we don't need to start hating each other.
Let's simply be professional, a quiet word would have been more effective , don't you think?
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