Week 9 – Tuesday
10.04.09
Kirk called a meeting during a lull at work. He wants at least one of us at our desk during twelve and two to cover the phones so no more boozy lunches.
He has also divided out the contracts by alphabetical order and I am the latter half of the alphabet so I am still dealing with George Wimpy Homes. Good for me as it means Mark can still ring me on pretence of work matters.
He said if we take a cigarette break we have to take it during tea break or lunch break. This caused a few rumblings amongst us. He is obviously a bastard. Turns out he is Mr. Macdonalds’s nephew. Quelle Surpreez! He is power crazy. He said no more jeans and trainers for work from now on. We have to come to work smartly dressed.
Manda argued that we do not see members of the public. He said if we are dressed smartly, we will work more efficiently whereas if we come to work dressed casually, we may adopt a lazy, relaxed attitude.
Manda asked if we perhaps should get an allowance to cover the new clothing we would have to buy. Kirk said absolutely not as he had ordered uniform for us. Before Manda could protest he said that he had guessed our sizes and we should have them by next week.
I told Kirk that I could not wear a skirt as I didn’t feel comfortable showing my legs but he assure me the uniform comes with two pairs of trousers in the company’s new purple . God, purple trousers! I hate purple.
He closed the meeting by saying that he would check on our work output twice a week to make sure targets were being met.
Manda says she is going to call him Captain Kirk. I told Manda I was going to the job centre next day off I have (my birthday ). In the mean time I will scour the small ads in local paper to see if any jobs going. I know places are starting to recruit for Christmas. I can see myself in Debenhams actually. No stress.
Mr Macdonald breezed into the office after lunch to ask how we liked the new assistant manager. We all just smiled through gritted teeth. I will be needing a reference.
Mark texted me to tell me he has a surprise and could I call around tonight. Unfortunately I can’t because I am going to Manda’s mum’s house. I promised her last week. We are scraping the spare bedroom as she is expecting her niece to come and stay for a few weeks as she is starting at Manchester university.
Manda’s mum is a right God botherer. She is as my dad calls her ‘a sanctimonious old cow’.
