Well, it didnt take long for the smile to be wiped from my face!
HOW I HATE THURSDAY NIGHT SHOPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday was dead boring, punctuated with moments of sheer dread as late night shopping loomed...
Then about 5pm the scum from hell flowed into the centre like one foul stream of excrement flowing right passed my box.
Yes.....I hate shoppers...to be exact, 14 to 20 year old brainless twats that inhabit Charlestown Square every Thursday night.
I lived in hope that they would have moved to Westfield to annoy the new complex, but as the man explained to me last night, there is enough of them to go around!!!!
I had chewing gum thrown at me, not once but twicw, having to prize it off myself and stick it in the bin.
I had obnoxious children with sticky fingers and screaming mouths reeking havoc within my ordered box while mothers stood around oblivious their destruction.
I had idiots spraying me with water pistols and attempted thefts as I stood over groups of morons thought that they were smarter then me.
I HATE THURDAY NIGHT SHOPPING.
And then to add insult to injury, when I got home I realised that I had forgotten my power cord whch is needed to download info nightly back to he main warehouse, and I had to go right back and get it.
There I stood, at 9.45 banging on the door pleading with the security guard to let me in....
There is so little respect left...