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Saturday, 28 March 2009

Old London Town

After the downbeat nature of the previous posts , something more uplifting ( or at least something where I am not complaining ... :-) ). These are some photos I took while on a flying visit to London in early February ... travelled by coach as part of a deal in a national newspaper. It was a bright , if cold , day. I ended up just wondering around the area near Waterloo and Westminister/Victoria - my plans to travel more were scuppered by most of the tube system seemingly being out of action due to engineering works ( just my luck ! ) ... it was a good day anyway.

The photos aren't that great, but I thought I would share them anyway ... enjoy!


View towards Westminister Bridge and Palace of Westminister



Two photos featuring the spectacular London Eye


a river view ( and the Eye again ! )


I've seen another copy of this famous statue outside Calais town hall ... it is by Augustin Rodin

Nelson's Column in Trafalgar Square


The Victoria Memorial, outside Buckingham Palace

The problem with Mum

Let me just start by saying that I do love my mum .... I do with all my heart. If anything ever happened to her, if I lost her ... I would probably go to pieces. I do love mum a lot ... but ( and there is a but ) sometimes .... sometimes, she can get a bit possessive, a bit too much ...

I know she lost her main support when Nan passed away, and I am there for her if she needs me .. but I do need time to myself too !!. I am my own person, not a clone of her ... I need some space of my own to do what I want to do, be it with or without her. We live in the same house, we go out together ... we can spend the majority of the day together. We can come home from a fun morning shopping ... everyone is happy. Then I say I'm going to my room to watch a DVD, or mess around on the computer for a while or whatever ... and it is as if she regresses to a spoilt child ... " that's OK .. you just leave me ALONE then ! " I get told in a huffy voice. I've just spent the whole morning with her, doing what she wants ... I'm going upstairs as to not bother her with something she isn't interested in ... I haven't left the house, just the room ... and that is the reaction I get ! . I know it is just a small thing but it really gets to me sometimes. That combined with bigbrother and his over-possessive nature ... and Mum's tendancy to expect everything ( and everyone - i.e: me ! ) to follow and obey some kind of internal timetable in HER head .... can make home feel like a prison at times ... my every move watched, feeling like I'm not being allowed to do anything without one of them in tow .... sometimes, it seems the only time I am without them is at work ...*FEEL LIKE SCREAMING*

It is as if she and I have taken over the relationship Nan and her once had .... she has turned into Nan, and me her. NOW I can understand why she was so frustrated with Nan sometimes during my childhood ... and why their arguments, when they did argue ( which wasn't often I admit ) were so explosive ... I'm beginning to feel the same.

Despite all that , I do love my Mum , and probably wouldn't change her if I could , no matter how frustrated she makes me ... she wouldn't be Mum if I did, now would she ....?

1984 is here ( 25 years late )

Life in the fun factory isn't fun at the moment. I know I have said that quite a few times here on the blog ( like ALL the time !! ), but it really isn't now ... and it is not just me feeling that way. Quite a few of the others working there are not happy either - and the reason is the atmosphere . It feels like 1984 ( in the sense of Orwell and his novel of the same name ) is alive and kicking in the store ..... and it is all down to booze and who buys it ... let me explain ....

Like many stores both large and small , we sell Cigarettes and Alcohol in store. These are age restricted products - you have to be over a certain age to buy them ( the age is 18 for both) . Thanks to the "scourge" of binge drinking in teens ( that is how the media sees it ), the Police and Trading Standards perform test purchases to check we are not selling these products to underage people. This has been happening for a lot time .... but in the last few years it has been getting more frequent, and the consequences of failing such a test more and more severe. At the moment it is an £80 on the spot fine and a criminal record for the individual who served the person, the store management could get the sack, and the store could lose its licence to sell alcohol - and no licence means the store would close. To try and counter this, everyone is trained ( including me, and I haven't been near a till for almost five years ) to look at the person we are serving, and if there is any doubt to their age, to ask for ID/ proof of age before completing the transaction. It used to be if they looked under 18, then after a spate of local failures, if they appeared under 21 ... now it is if they look under 25 ( the legal age to buy is still 18 though) ... fair enough. So that is what the people on the tills try and do ... but stores are still failing test purchases. So Head Office , in fear of losing licences, have decreed that we ALL have to sign a document EVERY DAY before we start work to state we understand what the rules are, that we ALL verbally have to tell management EVERY DAY that we understand what the rules are and what we have to do .... basically moving all the responsibility onto the person serving . We have been told anyone who fails a test purchase is going to be disciplined, possibly suspended from work and probably dismissed as well as the actions the police might take. This, as you can expect, has scared the living daylights out of some .... and as for the rest .... they are getting fed up with what is almost becoming brainwashing on the subject. I think , by now , even the most brain-dead person would have got the message ... but no, it continues. THAT is the reason behind the bad atmosphere .... next move the Thought Police and Room 101 ....

The core of the problem comes down to this - what does an 18, 21, 25, ... even a 30 year old look like ? .... it all comes down to opinion and perception. What looks like a 25 year old to one person may not to another - that is the problem, and perhaps why failures happen. A possible solution is to ask EVERYONE buying these products for ID - but we cannot because we are not allowed to - it would infringe on their civil liberties, and the reactions from customers when we did try such a policy were negative to say the least .... there was physical violence towards some in store on more than one occasion ... so it goes on. At the end of the day we are only Human - yes, we understand ( we DO understand ! ) that we must "think 25" when selling these age restricted items, but mistakes will be made. Some underage teens will always try and buy these products ... perhaps trying to educate them not to smoke or drink in the first place might help a little, rather than persecuting everyone else in the chain, don't you think ?

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

A month ( or so ) in the life ....

So much for good intentions ...... I've neglected this blog again, and allowed all of February to pass without a single post - the usual reasons : too tired or too fed up with life to bother ... I will try to rectify that now !

Well, since my last post ( I really should get my act together and post more often ... ) we seem to have had all four seasons weather-wise - cold and wet, mild and damp, windy , brilliant sunshine ... even snow ! That was an interesting few days ... as usual, it seemed to bring the whole of the country to a complete standstill ( why can't we cope with it ? ) , although I have to say that there was a lot of it this time ( heavest snowfall for a decade ) , so it wasn't so surprising. Snow or no snow, I still managed to get to work, riding my way through it on my little bicycle . It made for a peaceful trip .... surrounded by a blanket of white, everything was so quiet and calm ... well, to start off with anyway .. . It didn't last very long - only a few days here on the coast, about a week further inland ... since then it has been mostly grey and damp ... matches my mood most of the time recently.

My attempt at being more positive in life is failling badly .... I am trying hard to be more upbeat, not to let things get me down ... but I'm not succeeding . The main cause ? - work ! . It is a depressing place to be at present. Lots of reasons why - economic climate, more rules and regulations to follow (especially over Alcohol sales ) , an overtime ban still in force ... the list goes on. For me personally, things are further depressed by the management deciding to focus on waste figures in store - particularly the waste figure from my section yet AGAIN. This is not the first time .... I have had this happen with every manager since I took over the section coming up to 5 years ago ... but this time I have been told to reduce my waste on my department or else .... not good. Time for a new crystal ball and magic wand I think ... for I am to reduce my waste, but not lose any sales !!. All I can say is that I am trying as hard as I can to do that - as I have been every week since I've been here. That is what winds me up - I'm spoken to as if I have no brain, as if I have not tried , if I have not noticed what levels of waste are on the department when that is almost all I do and have think/thought about .... the crystal ball and magic wand I have are not working !!. I've had enough of they - who - must - be - obeyed ... have nothing to say to them now ... and of this place ... the barriers are well and truly up .... they will get their reduced waste one way or another, I'll make sure of that, but don't expect me to be interested when I have.

It has not been all doom and gloom in my life though ( just @work ... ). Back onto my favourite subject - the Maestro. The tickets for the concert @ Wembley Arena in May have finally arrived ... so I am one step closer to getting there, to believing it is actually going to happen ... put a smile back on my face for a while ... . There is one small, tiny problem though ... a fly in the ointment - transport there is not certain yet. I thought that bigbrother was driving us ( that is mum, me and himself ) there in his car ... he said he was happy to when I booked the tickets ... now he is not so certain. His excuse - he doesn't think his car is fit to make the journey ( admittedly, it is on its last legs ) but he is not sure either way to be honest. I just want to know yes or no - yes he is driving up there , or no he isn't , in which case I will go and find another way (train/coach/tube ? ) .... I just need to know, and soon !. Bigbrother and the car affects something else too - I've also booked tickets to see Eddie Izzard @ BIC ( Bournemouth ) in November, and he was going to be driving us there too ...

So that, in brief ( or sort of ) has been my month ( or six weeks ... ) ... not the best I've ever had, but not the worst. Just have to wait and see what happens next in my happy little world .....