finger little play teaching

Silly title, but quite befitting.

Hi

Work was... Unusual tonight. For a start I wasnapos;t even meant to be working, but I do need the money so I wasnapos;t complaining in the slightest. On getting there I learnt the guy who got me a position in Mutley who I never ever met is retiring tomorrow. Balloons were blown up but I couldnapos;t get them to stick onto the glass so a regular, Kelvin agreed to help. He ended up doing most of the legwork. I hate bloody touching balloons, anyway.

Halfway through this process some madcap comes in singing to himself. Okay, nothing too strange. He proceeded to demand sound effects to the dog races (he gave us a demonstration of what he meant by barking for about 10 minutes), sang Merry Christmas to us, almost basically forced everyone in the shop to admire the sunset (to be fair, it was rather lovely) and... Then it got a little ugly when he made fun of a co-workerapos;s accent. He stayed for ages before leaving and to top it off he was one of the annoying betters who wait until the bell is about to ring before asking to take a price. Git.

Still, he took the edge off an otherwise dull shift.

Until next time...
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