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Oh, madness. I thought I had one day off this week, tomorrow. This is what I was told. However, it's not what's on the rota. I'm working tomorrow too, and I get to do the joyfully difficult job of opening the till and shop etc. Well, it's difficult to me, since I've never even rung up a sale, let alone delt with all the fake cash up and float receipts. Rota says I come in at 9:30, real life says I come in at 9. I have no idea if I get paid for this half hour or not. I was meant to be spending tomorrow packing and seeing the family everyone else is seeing on Friday, since we're off on Saturday, but now I have this instead. And I have a sinking suspicion that Jaime leaves before I get back from holiday, so I've no chance to even think about seeing her again. Grah.

The whole thing's a screwy mess. We simply don't have enough staff. Bad organisation, that. Poor Sabrina is working seven days out of seven, though I think her contract says he's only meant to be doing 4. We keep getting more and more stock. We have very limited floor space and even more limited stock room space. Yet we're getting more stock. Including some sale stock, which we're not even meant to have.

I have a sinking suspicion that I'm actually in charge for the early parts of tomorrow. And we're getting more stock.

Ooh, but saw Roz today! Whee. And we have chocolates. See, I bribe more people to come visit with chocolates. You missed out on orange juice an champagne though, and I have to pop all the balloons tomorrow.

My life has turned into work. I suspect, since the whole bad rotaing thing, I'm going to be doing a lot more of it in the future as well.