Is it just me? Why do I always have to have a blonde moment?
Having worked in Asda for many years, 16, to be precise, and knowing how busy we get at christmas time, the one thing we all do is book a weeks hols in Jan or Feb so we can have a rest.
Well, yes I booked last week off and I had a lovely week at home. We went out and about and isn't it nice not to have to watch the clock all the time.
Anyway, I returned to work on Monday and as we were quite busy I wasn't surprised when they didn't send me for my break at my normal time, approx.10.00 a.m.
Suddenly my manager came up to me and she said:
"Annette, I noticed you haven't had your break, do you know why?"
I looked at her and said:
"Well, probably because we are busy, you know I don't mind if I go a bit later."
She smiled and said:
"Well, actually, I couldn't find you on the break list, so I looked at the list of checkouts that was in this morning and did you know you are still on holiday?"
"On holiday!" I said. "I had last week off, so what do you mean?"
She looked at me and smiled.
"Don't you remember you booked a floating day off today?"
"Oh, no I don't remember that." I said.
"Well," she said. "You did......but that's alright you can book another day instead. I'll let the wages dept know."
Well at this, everybody just burst out laughing and pointing at me they said something like:
"Oh Annette, can't you remember your own hols?"
I turned to them and laughing I said:
"Listen guys, if I can leave my car outside spar all night I can easily forget my hols."
Needless to say I never heard the end of this all day.
It was hilarious.
But I admit I was rather embarrased!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
R.I.P. Common Sense
R.I.P.
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, as his birth records were long lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies ( adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.
Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Panadol, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realise that a steaming hot cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion, his daughter, Responsibility; his son, Reason.
He is survived by three stepbrothers; I know my rights, Someone else is to blame and I'm a Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realised he was gone.
If you still remember him, pass this on.
If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, as his birth records were long lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies ( adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.
Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Panadol, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realise that a steaming hot cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion, his daughter, Responsibility; his son, Reason.
He is survived by three stepbrothers; I know my rights, Someone else is to blame and I'm a Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realised he was gone.
If you still remember him, pass this on.
If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
I have now deleted my last blog.
The reason I wrote it in the first place was just to let off some of that anger.
I thought (which isn't a good thing for me) that I could get rid of this anger by sharing it with all of you.
you know the saying......a problem shared is a problem halved.
But I didn't feel any better for writing it down anyway.
However, I would like to thank you for your comments....they were very kind. (tupc shone through as always) But I really thought you were going to say something in the region of:
annette, you need a doctor!
I won't mention it again.
Let it be.
Thanks again.....you've been very kind to me.
The reason I wrote it in the first place was just to let off some of that anger.
I thought (which isn't a good thing for me) that I could get rid of this anger by sharing it with all of you.
you know the saying......a problem shared is a problem halved.
But I didn't feel any better for writing it down anyway.
However, I would like to thank you for your comments....they were very kind. (tupc shone through as always) But I really thought you were going to say something in the region of:
annette, you need a doctor!
I won't mention it again.
Let it be.
Thanks again.....you've been very kind to me.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Political Police
I have just been through all the police bloggs and I must admit there was one that really hit me.
P.C. South west's blogg:
R.I.P. Common Sense
"Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, common Sense, who has been with us for many years..........."
That friend of ours slowly disappeared over a number of years, we could see it slipping away through our fingers and although we tried to grip it and hang on to it, it slipped away quietly, into the unknown, probably never to be seen again.
I doubt if it will return, as things have changed and it no longer belongs in this world.
If you haven't read this then please, go and read it. It says everything that you and I have been thinking and fearing for years.
P.C. South west's blogg:
R.I.P. Common Sense
"Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, common Sense, who has been with us for many years..........."
That friend of ours slowly disappeared over a number of years, we could see it slipping away through our fingers and although we tried to grip it and hang on to it, it slipped away quietly, into the unknown, probably never to be seen again.
I doubt if it will return, as things have changed and it no longer belongs in this world.
If you haven't read this then please, go and read it. It says everything that you and I have been thinking and fearing for years.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
O.K. I will admit it. I did let my imagination run a little riot with my last post.
I was going to do a serious blog about the panorama programme I watched the night before.
The one about helping people in need when they are being attacked, but , I truly could not decide what I would do.
Would I be too scared to intervene, have they got weapons etc.?
So, sitting here debating what I would do if that situation occured I thought
" well I probably would if I had a weapon to defend myself."
Well you saw the result!
First I was Clint Eastwood with a colt .45, then I was the incredible hulk, turning green when I was angry and then to top the lot I turned into Uma Thurman with a samurai sword, as in Kill Bill, the best film ever.
We all like to think we are all super human beings.......don't we?
I was going to do a serious blog about the panorama programme I watched the night before.
The one about helping people in need when they are being attacked, but , I truly could not decide what I would do.
Would I be too scared to intervene, have they got weapons etc.?
So, sitting here debating what I would do if that situation occured I thought
" well I probably would if I had a weapon to defend myself."
Well you saw the result!
First I was Clint Eastwood with a colt .45, then I was the incredible hulk, turning green when I was angry and then to top the lot I turned into Uma Thurman with a samurai sword, as in Kill Bill, the best film ever.
We all like to think we are all super human beings.......don't we?
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
panorama...........would you help someone being attacked?
I'm walking slowly out of the pub,not really wanting to go home.As I walked outside the bitter cold air hit me.I turned up my collar against the bitter cold wind.
My hands deep in my pockets thank god I put my big winter coat on.
"Well, see you then." I said to my friends, pauline and gill.
"yes goodnight. see you next week."They replied.
I smiled and turned to walk down the high street. It was 10.30 p.m.very dark and very quite.
We always went for a drink on friday nights,it was only round the corner from where I live so it was nice to walk home.
Suddenly I hear a scream, from across the road I see three lads attacking a young girl.They are pushing and shoving her and shes screaming.
I stand there for a few seconds and look around, theres no-one around so I have to go and help her.
I run up to them shouting.
"LEAVE HER ALONE." The young girl was petrified. "RUN, RUN, GO HOME!" I shouted at her.
She turned and ran as fast as she could.
They turn and loook surprised, wondering where I had come from.
As I reached them one of the lads grabbed my coat and tried to push me to the floor, but I reach out and get hold of his arm and twist it. He yells in pain. Then I bring my leg up and kick him in the stomach. He falls to the floor wounded. He lays there trying to get his breathe back.
I turn and look at the other two, one had run away but the other grabs me again and pushes me hard and I fall to the ground. Laying on the cold hard floor,
I put my hand in my pocket and pull out a colt 45,pointing it straight at him, he freezes and I shoot. Blood splattering, he slowly falls to the floor, he's dead.
Suddenly I feel a hand on my wrist, the other lad had recovered and was trying to get my gun of me.
I struggled but he was too strong for me, he grabbed my gun and pointed it to my head.
"my god," I thought "I'm going to die."
At this point my anger got the better of me and I felt the muscles in my arms swell so large,I easily got hold of his body and rolled him away from me.After he stopped rolling he quickly turned towards me and pointed my gun at me again. I got up and with an almighty whack I kicked his hand away. The gun flew off into the air and landed on the pavement.
I ran over and picked it up.
Turning to the lad on the floor I could see fear in his eyes,he knew I was going to kill him.
He reached out his hands and waved them in front of me.
"NO, NO," He screamed."YOUR, YOUR G..G..GREEN!"
I nodded and I peered down at him, my eyes blazing.
"Yes, I always go green when I'm angry." I said. "Now your going to go blue!"
He looked up at me, eyes wide , fear in his face.
I point the gun to his head and shoot.
Another one dead.
I stood there looking around, I wipe the sweat of my face with the back of my hand.
Blood everywhere. What a bloody mess.I could only walk away and I turned and slipped my gun into my pocket.I hoped I wouldn't need that again.
Suddenly I hear footsteps behind me, I turn and could just see a fist coming towards my face.
"WHACK"
I ducked my head down and he fell over my body.As he landed on the pavement I heard an "ooff" from him. He was winded.
He got straight up and faced me. Anger shone in his eyes.
"YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS!" He yelled.
"YES, AND I WILL KILL YOU TO." I yelled back.
He stood there shaking his head.
"No ,no, you won't" I could hear him thinking.
"Oh yes I will." I thought back.
He lent towards me and bought his arm up as if to stab me. I raised my hands to my face and then with a whoooosh and a whaaaaack I hit him with all my might. Time stood still for a few seconds, then he slowly slumped down onto the floor. His eyes closed, he fell in to a heap.He was dead.
Looking down at him I could see something glittering in the moonlight.
It was a carving knife.
I picked it up and threw it away.
I raised my hand and gripping it tightly, I held it to the moonlight. I could see the blade glittering. It was very large, and very heavy.
You see, no-one could beat my samurai sword.
I slipped my sword back into the shield, and sighing quietly, turned and walked away.
Maybe one day, there will be no bad guys.
My hands deep in my pockets thank god I put my big winter coat on.
"Well, see you then." I said to my friends, pauline and gill.
"yes goodnight. see you next week."They replied.
I smiled and turned to walk down the high street. It was 10.30 p.m.very dark and very quite.
We always went for a drink on friday nights,it was only round the corner from where I live so it was nice to walk home.
Suddenly I hear a scream, from across the road I see three lads attacking a young girl.They are pushing and shoving her and shes screaming.
I stand there for a few seconds and look around, theres no-one around so I have to go and help her.
I run up to them shouting.
"LEAVE HER ALONE." The young girl was petrified. "RUN, RUN, GO HOME!" I shouted at her.
She turned and ran as fast as she could.
They turn and loook surprised, wondering where I had come from.
As I reached them one of the lads grabbed my coat and tried to push me to the floor, but I reach out and get hold of his arm and twist it. He yells in pain. Then I bring my leg up and kick him in the stomach. He falls to the floor wounded. He lays there trying to get his breathe back.
I turn and look at the other two, one had run away but the other grabs me again and pushes me hard and I fall to the ground. Laying on the cold hard floor,
I put my hand in my pocket and pull out a colt 45,pointing it straight at him, he freezes and I shoot. Blood splattering, he slowly falls to the floor, he's dead.
Suddenly I feel a hand on my wrist, the other lad had recovered and was trying to get my gun of me.
I struggled but he was too strong for me, he grabbed my gun and pointed it to my head.
"my god," I thought "I'm going to die."
At this point my anger got the better of me and I felt the muscles in my arms swell so large,I easily got hold of his body and rolled him away from me.After he stopped rolling he quickly turned towards me and pointed my gun at me again. I got up and with an almighty whack I kicked his hand away. The gun flew off into the air and landed on the pavement.
I ran over and picked it up.
Turning to the lad on the floor I could see fear in his eyes,he knew I was going to kill him.
He reached out his hands and waved them in front of me.
"NO, NO," He screamed."YOUR, YOUR G..G..GREEN!"
I nodded and I peered down at him, my eyes blazing.
"Yes, I always go green when I'm angry." I said. "Now your going to go blue!"
He looked up at me, eyes wide , fear in his face.
I point the gun to his head and shoot.
Another one dead.
I stood there looking around, I wipe the sweat of my face with the back of my hand.
Blood everywhere. What a bloody mess.I could only walk away and I turned and slipped my gun into my pocket.I hoped I wouldn't need that again.
Suddenly I hear footsteps behind me, I turn and could just see a fist coming towards my face.
"WHACK"
I ducked my head down and he fell over my body.As he landed on the pavement I heard an "ooff" from him. He was winded.
He got straight up and faced me. Anger shone in his eyes.
"YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS!" He yelled.
"YES, AND I WILL KILL YOU TO." I yelled back.
He stood there shaking his head.
"No ,no, you won't" I could hear him thinking.
"Oh yes I will." I thought back.
He lent towards me and bought his arm up as if to stab me. I raised my hands to my face and then with a whoooosh and a whaaaaack I hit him with all my might. Time stood still for a few seconds, then he slowly slumped down onto the floor. His eyes closed, he fell in to a heap.He was dead.
Looking down at him I could see something glittering in the moonlight.
It was a carving knife.
I picked it up and threw it away.
I raised my hand and gripping it tightly, I held it to the moonlight. I could see the blade glittering. It was very large, and very heavy.
You see, no-one could beat my samurai sword.
I slipped my sword back into the shield, and sighing quietly, turned and walked away.
Maybe one day, there will be no bad guys.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
***Your Personality Cluster is Introverted Sensing***
If you like to do these quizzies and find out what your about please go to noddys blog
This is what it said about me:
You are:
Responsible, ethical, and trustworthy
Loyal, with a sense of roots in your community
Someone who treasures and remembers the past
Adverse to surprises and the unknown
If you like to do these quizzies and find out what your about please go to noddys blog
This is what it said about me:
You are:
Responsible, ethical, and trustworthy
Loyal, with a sense of roots in your community
Someone who treasures and remembers the past
Adverse to surprises and the unknown
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