Wee.
Saturday 11 August 2007
I worked tonight.
The usual crap; as mentioned before, Popeye had taken 10 days off and was on the verge of getting the boot when he called up and quit. Now, Worthy hasn't come in for a week. Edmonson has taken a week off, so we've gone from being generally short-staffed - now entering a record fourth week in a row without a single night of a full team being on, folks - to being fucking short-staffed. Honestly, it's getting quite ridiculous.
It's pretty clear, however, that the park is struggling. The 'peak season' we were consistently warned about has yet to happen, and to be honest the place was busier back in Easter than it is now, and by some way. And none of this compares to those poxy football weekends. Really, even with the low numbers of DS on duty it's a piece of piss.
Give it a week, and I'll be dead, you watch.
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Incident this evening: a young couple were walking down to the gates with their three young children. One of the boys, who was maybe five or six, was holding his crotch.
"Jesus," said the mother, "How many times are you going to go to the toilet tonight? That's the last time I buy you one of these." She motioned towards the supersized plastic drink container in her hands.
"Yeah," said the dad, WITH NO IRONY OR INTENTIONAL COMEDY WHATSOEVER, "You're just taking the piss..."
posted by Sheamus @ 3:30 am
