Today has been a bad day. No one has died, my kids are okay and so is my husband. When I say its been a bad day, I mean it has been a bad food day. My stress levels have been at an all time high for various reasons lately, trying to keep on top of our bills/debt, running the house, looking after the kids, trying to make good choices and not think about food every god damn second of every day. Oh, and the fact that I really need some sort of job.
As I have ranted about this on my personal Facebook page to my family and friends - I hate job hunting. It's a life sucking process, it gives me migraines and makes me want to get into the fetal position and have a little cry! I hate filling out the hundreds (literally) of job applications that always ask the most irritating questions.
Question 4 of 500
Think of a time you gave a customer the best possible experience you could - explain.
Think of a time you gave a customer the best possible experience you could - explain.
WELL, a customer came into the pet shop with a deed fish. When she left the shop, I'm sure it was alive. Mainly because it was doing the moving and the breathing. She said 'Here hen that fish you sold me was deed when I got hame, the wee mans heartbroken. I want a new one right now or I'm gonna go to watchdog'. So I gave her a big smile, resisted punching her in the face and gave her a new fish. The customer was so happy she skipped out the store.
Not really but honestly. I feel like some of the job applications are a step away from looking for a blood sample and a family tree - just incase you can't work for Greggs cause your great great grandfather hated sausage rolls or yer aunty wasn't quite sure about doughnuts having a filling... what was I even talking about?
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AYE! So anyway I hate job hunting and I hate having to flaunt yourself at an interview without making it look like your begging for a job. I might just join the woman in the picture and make myself a giant sandwich board with my CV printed on the front.
Fed up talking about, looking at and filling out job applications! Back to the bad eating day. Started off fine. Went to a job trial for costas, which I really enjoyed - won't hear back for a while though. Came out and was really hungry, probably about a 7 on the hunger scale - had no preparation no snacks in my bag. Walked past Greggs and smelt the pasty goodness wafting past my nose, went in..I resisted the baddies and managed to make do with a soggy looking sweet chilli chicken sandwich. Apparently the lowest in calories, I was still suspicious!
The rest was all good, managed home to my grans and had homemade soup. Even got grapes for afters. Before I picked up my daughter from school, I went to Morrisons for some grub. Now, this was the most stressful shopping trips I have done in a while - because of monster. Monster is my son Mason, he's 2 going on 16, with an attitude to match. If he isn't battering his sister (5) or destroying my garden ornaments or telling everyone 'you are a smelly bum face' - he is terrorising me (the mama).
Migraines got worse and so did monster. Nearly smashing pots of pasta sauce, growling at other toddlers and nearly getting run over by shopping trolleys. By the time I had finished the shopping trip and picked up the other teenager (the 5 year old, that is going on 18), who for some reason is never happy when she is leaving school! I was starving, tired and noticed that a tube of pringles, a bag of sweets and a box of cakes had jumped into my shopping bags..damn sneaky snacks!
Monster saw them first. 'Oooh crispies, I WANT CRISPIES, MUM.. OPEN!' Well monster if I can't beat you (and I really can't - I checked and its the law apparently) then I may as well join you. Riiiippp - goes the pringles pop went the sweets and the cakes? Well I don't know what happened (went a bit blurry with the sugar rush) but half of them are gone. Now I would love to get to the end and find a point in this story but I am not finished yet..
Hubby came home from work. Thank god! Save me from the children - they are force feeding me pringles and cakes! *ahem* One minute I was all 'yay your home' then the next I was all 'lets get pizza, I like pizza'. 45 minutes later, pizza and chips were devoured. And that ladies and gentlemen is how I went from a good day to a bad day.
I'm scrubbing it off the week. Bad day, get over it - new fresh shiny day tomorrow. Going to make myself a cuppa and get cosy in my bed.
Now where did I put the rest of those cakes.. ;)
Jo x
