hag woman
In my last job, I was about a quarter of the age of most the other woman working there. Some of them didn't like this and even went so far as to tell my boss. I could tell they were waiting for me to break and I'm quite nervy so whenever one of them loomed over me when I was trying to serve a customer, I would lose the thread of what I was doing and mess it up. As time went by, they either realised I was there to stay, retired or saw that I wasn't so bad apart from hag woman.

I wouldn't say I was the best one at the job, being entirely unenthusiastic. But I did manage to go a long time without any sick days. In hag woman's eyes, I could do no good.

I worked on a lower floor and our stockroom happened to be below the road instead of the building itself. It transpired, one eventful day, that there was a leak. I say leak. I mean, gaping hole in the ceiling. This meant it was basically raining dirty water in the stockroom on all of the goods. Obv. I then had to remove all of the things out of the stockroom onto trolleys so they wouldn't get ruined. Others joined in and we started a sort of fireman's chain. Stock went out. Boxes on the floor went out.

I came out, shattered and hag woman was waiting beside the pile of stock now on the shop floor. Even though, the shop floor was dead as it was near closing time, she made me clear the entire load into a stockroom on the other side of the floor. Of course, I also had to label it all so no one got confused about it.

I left a long time after the shop closed, dirty and sweaty. grr
(ladyintheradiator, Thu 24 Jan 2008, 11:49, Reply)