TBE (aka The
Boss Erratic) has gone bonkers.
Yes, I know,
but even more bonkers than usual.
She seems to
have lost her mind over a pint of milk. Well, an ex-pint of milk. Actually, a
pint of milk that never was. Well it was, it just wasn’t when I found it.
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OK, let me
explain properly: I threw away a pint of milk because it was off, despite it
only having been bought the day before by Colleague Craft(y) for the Out Of
Favour (OOF) shop cafe. Then I bought another pint to replace it.
That’s it.
I left the
receipt and a little note to explain why a second pint of milk had been bought
in as many days, and thought no more about it*.
*If you’re new to this blog you might reasonably assume
that the purchase of two pints of milk in two days is extremely conservative
for a café. Unnaturally so. And you’re right, it is. But then, you’re probably
under the misapprehension that the OOF shop café is normal. It is not. Apart
from anything else, it doesn’t have a working coffee machine.....
Anyway, that
was the wrong thing to do, apparently.
When TBE came in the next day she went bananas. Properly wibble-wobble, madly raging, genuinely slightly alarming, bananas.
Original picture: OpenClipart-Vectors, Pixabay |
- She rang Colleague Craft(y) –
at home – and demanded to know if she’d checked the dates when she bought the
milk.
- Then she rang me – at home –
to see if I’d tried to return the milk to the newsagents (I hadn’t. Of course I
hadn’t. Would you?).
- Then she rang the newsagents
to see if they would have taken it back (Again; would you…..?).
- Then she rang me again - still
on my day off – to inform me the newsagents would have taken it back and I
should have tried. Why didn’t I try?
Why
didn’t I try? Because, because…. what?! What are you even doing?! It’s one pint of milk, and you’ve now rung me
not once, but twice on my day off….
OK
then, here’s a because: because, for one thing, I’m meant to be in the sodding shop during the day, not standing
in the newsagents arguing the toss over less than a quids worth of spoilt milk
like some demented dairy inspector. You may have had a perspective-bypass, but
mine is still resolutely intact, thank you very much.
- Anyway, after the extensive
and deeply weird One-Woman-Phone-a-Thon phase, she left a page and a half of
wild ranting in the OOF shop message book all about milk. Yep. A page and a
half. About milk.
The amazing
thing is, as we all know, TBE is perfectly happy to lose money by keeping the
shop closed all day due to crap staff timetabling (ah yes, that blog post will
turn up at some point on here); and she’s perfectly happy to lose money by
storing stock so carelessly it gets buggered and can’t be sold (see Razor Rita!). She’s also perfectly happy to lose money and her
reputation by treating small local suppliers appallingly, (basically, not
recording their sales properly and not paying them their due), but apparently the
loss of a 45p pint of milk is a step too far.
I don’t know,
maybe I’m being too harsh. After all, she’s clearly worried about that lost
45p. Maybe I should give her a break. Maybe I should give her a bit of
understanding. Maybe I should give her a pint of milk for Christmas.
Wibble-wobble.
Blimey, TBE sounds a bit cheesed off..
ReplyDeleteI thank you ;-)
Haha! I think she's milking it, quite frankly...
DeleteShe sounds like a right sour puss!
DeleteHehe..she is! But with the customers she acts as if butter wouldn't melt (Ooo...weak, but it's all I've got).
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