Once again it’s been awhile since I’ve blogged. I’d like to say it’ll get better but I’ve got a big month coming up (without even including Christmas) so we’ll see how we go.
So, the last week I’ve spent working in my own store instead of the one I was training in. It isn’t open yet (that’s tomorrow!) so we spent a week being trained up on absolutely every faucet of the store and how it’s going to run. First off, I just want to say how amazing the store is. I mean, it cost $15 million or something insane like that (I feel like that might be an exaggeration but that’s what I was told) so if it wasn’t amazing, I’m sure there would be plenty of people with plenty to say. Either way, I love it. It’s two levels and huge and I really think the customers will be very impressed by it all. My favourite part of the whole place, though, is something the customers will never see – the back room. It’s seriously bigger than the whole store (shop floor and back office together) that I used to work in. We each have our own massive locker (only accessible via our personal passcard), there’s a beanbag room, a huge break room and kitchen with vending machines, a slushy machine, a fridge, two microwaves and a fully stocked breakfast bar (including a toaster and sandwich press). We also have a PlayStation 4 and a table tennis table we can use. I can’t stress enough how fantastic it feels to have a company truely care and want to look after their staff like this, especially coming from a company that didn’t even want to give us money for a small store Christmas party.
The training week was interesting. There were parts I really enjoyed and parts that I probably could have done without. It was awesome getting to know the (giant) team, and I think I’m doing pretty well with names and faces considering there’s over 90 of them. It helps we all wear name tags and I’ve added a lot of them on facebook as well. I know I’ve mentioned it in previous posts, but the company do really well in picking really wonderful trainers for these things. For most of the week I was in a guy named John’s group (I’d been in one of his trainings previously but I’ll admit, I wasn’t sold on him then. To be fair though, I didn’t want to even be in that training as it was after a long day at work and on a boring topic). It turns out he’s awesome. He’s really funny and supportive and he made the week a lot of fun.
After the week wrapped up, we partied up like we were all 18 and our parents were out of town. We were given access to what seemed like a limitless supply of alcohol, pizza was delivered and we hung out in our giant back room and got to know each other. Some people headed to the bean bags and set up a make-over area (I didn’t last there very long as it isn’t my scene), others huddled around the PS4 and versed each other in games of FIFA16. There were people who set up a table tennis competition. The main attraction, however, was beer pong. There’s nothing quite like bringing a crowd together like a drinking game – especially when, after a couple of hours, the store manager agreed to play. Very amusing to watch!
I’ll admit I wasn’t feeling too good towards the end (I probably shouldn’t have mixed drinks…or even drunk at all given I was already headachy before the party started). That being said, I hung around for quite awhile, until I knew if I didn’t leave, I’d be on public transport at night. I know that’s an inevitability sooner or later, but for right now, I’m trying to avoid it.
As I walked out of the building, I walked headlong into the last thing I was expecting – a giant protest marching at a snail’s pace down the street. I guess this shows just how much I’m not a city chick. If I was, maybe it wouldn’t have come as such a shock, but I’ve never been this close to a protest ever…not one on this scale, anyway. I had one storm past my old work through the shopping centre once, but that was a couple of people taking an leisurely stroll compared to this. It was interesting and I was fascinated by it as I was headed towards the train station. Then I realized I’d have to cross the road…and that was going to be an issue as the protest was going in both directions as far as the eye could see, and everyone was so tightly packed in that I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I think quite a few people had the same issue as me – some just decided they’d hang back and watch, and I guess wait until it fizzled out or moved on. I didn’t have that luxury as I knew I was already cutting it fine trying to get home before nightfall. Then I saw a guy with a stony look of determination on his face, his eyes pointed squarely across the street, and he marched into the crowd, weeding his way through. I decided I’d have to do the same. I don’t think anyone in the protest was too impressed as I forced my way though, but honestly, I don’t care. As much as I’m okay with people trying to change the world and show the government what they stand for, I’m not going to miss my train because of it. Especially not when it looked like it could go on for a long time yet.
I was extremely relieved when my feet hit the pavement on the other side of the road. As I kept walking, I still couldn’t believe how many people were part of the protest. If I had of known it was happening, I probably would have left the work party earlier and kept walking to try to find the end of it. Instead, I headed into the train station, glad that having the work party at least meant I’d missed peak hour so I’d get a seat. I got home right on nightfall, thankful I’d decided to shove through the crowd when I did!
Public transport in general has been going okay for the most part. I hate that it means I have to get up at 6.30am (my previous job allowed me to get up at 7.30) but I quite enjoy not having to drive as much. I am going to try to avoid getting on evening peak hour trains though, even if it means kicking back at work for half an hour. I had one night where we were so jammed in that people from the next stop physically couldn’t get onto the train (and had some rude bitch asking me to move in more when clearly, we were already on top of each other). It was extremely uncomfortable, made worse because I had terrible balance so need to hold something if I’m standing on the train, but the only thing I could grab was the rails on the roof, but I’m so short that I can barely grip it even at full stretch. Not good. Another night, a bunch of dero teens decided to sit on the seats right across from me, play shitty music on their shitty phones and treat it like their lounge room, including standing on the seats. One of them beat up another kid in front of everyone, then later the same idiot even played “I just had sex” (not sure if that’s the title of the song but it was repeated over and over) and said it’s his favourite song with a smug look on his face like it was because he’d actually been laid…um, 16 year old shithead, that’s unlikely, and everybody on the train knows it. It doesn’t matter how loudly you play that song, you ain’t fooling anyone. I felt bad for the older lady sitting near them, who I’m sure was getting even more annoyed at them than me. I really wish parents taught their kids train etqteique (particularly if you know they’re going to regularly catch it to and from school), as being young is no excuse to act like that.
Apart from work, I’ve had an awesome three-day weekend. Seriously, it’s been one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long time, and I didn’t even hang out with anyone. Saturday I spent catching up on sleep and I redyed my hair to a brighter colour of red (still not entirely happy with it but it’s getting there). Sunday I went to the shops to get my work uniform taken in, spent the afternoon relaxing (I started re-reading the Hunger Games) and I also purchased FIFA16 which I’m really enjoying. It was on sale due to Black Friday and although it isn’t a game I’ve previously had any interest in, it looked really interesting when the boys were playing it at work. Turns out I really like it, and I think I’m pretty good at it. Sunday night I decided I was going to take myself to the movies. This is something I’d previously never had considered – I’ve always been concerned about what people think (the fat chick sitting alone in the movies), but I decided I no longer care. If they want to think that, that’s fine. I really wanted to see Mockingjay Part 2 and I didn’t want to wait until my friends were free (if they even wanted to see it at all). I also decided that I was going to spent an extra $10 and buy tickets for a comfy recliner seat. Ever since the Hoyts Lux experience I had on my birthday, normal movie seats just don’t cut it for me any more – they’re uncomfortable, especially if the movie is long. The recliner ticket was the best $10 I’ve spent in a long time, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I didn’t feel too judged (or maybe I just didn’t care enough to notice) and I really liked the movie. I’ll definitely be doing it again!
Today I had a busy day. I headed back to the shops to collect my altered clothing, then I headed to Big W to buy a curling iron (I’d done some research and decided to get a Remington Perfect Curls, as it looked both good and idiotproof). I got to the register, dug around in my wallet and found a partly-used gift card, went to put $10 on it as I wasn’t sure how much was left but didn’t enter it properly, and it wound up putting the whole lot on it – and it went through! That was a massive win for the day, as I was nervous spending that much money right now (I wanted curls for tomorrow’s launch so I was just going to suck it up, but it wasn’t the best time to be spending cash). Seriously, I couldn’t believe I’d gotten that lucky! After that, I headed to the nail salon to get them redone. I decided to get matching colours to my lanyard for tomorrow, and they looked really good in the end! I then headed to the grocery store, then finally home. A very busy day!
When I got home I cranked up my new curler and put it through it’s paces. After trying for a week to get my hair straightener to do curls and epically failing, I was a little nervous as to if this would work. I was extremely impressed with it! As the reviews had said, it was definitely idiotproof, and it just worked. There were two curl setting options – bigger, wavier ones or smaller, tighter ones. As curls tend to drop out of my hair quickly, I decided to try the smaller ones, and within about 45 minutes, I was done and it looked really good. The next test is to see how long they hold for, but I think it should be okay. I’m so glad I bought it!
I’m going to wrap it up here as I need to start making dinner (we won’t talk about my shocking diet this week. Maybe I’ll have some better news next post). Tomorrow is going to be a super huge day and I’m so excited for it!
Hope y’all had a great weekend too! 🙂