Hot Air

I have told you how… interesting my boss is. Today at work while I was minding my own business serving a customer I feel hot air on my neck. All of a sudden I hear “Tiana, are you Hebrew? Yes Tiana. You are, aren’t you?”

I turn around and my boss is just standing acting normal, pretending he didn’t just whisper in my ear. I turn back and hand the customer her items and he whispers “I want your blood!”. He then hissed and ran off.

 

This is my job.

I’m not even Hebrew. That isn’t even possible. Hebrew is not something you can be.

 

Regular #2 – Penny

Penny is another one of my favourite customers at the tobacconist/Tattslotto shop I work at.

Sometimes she is lovely, really lovely. She comes in and says “Well aren’t you gorgeous! You remind me of myself when I was younger!” So far she sounds like a normal middle aged woman, but then she finishes her sentence with something like this… “Yes I modelled, but that was before I joined the army. I was in the World War, but then I lost my arm so I couldn’t model anymore, then the government stole my money. All of it. 300 trillion dollars.”

The fact she has two arms led me to believe that she stretches the truth a little…

 

Although she can be lovely, lately she has been freaking me out. She rushes into the shop and demands any packet of cigarettes as long as there is a picture of a dead baby on it (the new cigarette packaging laws means there are some graphic images on the cigarettes that are supposed to persuade people to quit). So I search through the cigarettes and hand her one with an image of the baby on it. She then hysterically cackles her way out of the shop.

It freaks me out.

 

Boss Encounters of the First Kind

So I am guessing I will be talking about my work place a lot, probably because I’m there a lot and because Clifton Hill is such an animated area where you will see all walks of life (like Terry from my previous post).

Today I was eating an apple and it reminded me of this time at work when….

 

I had come in the afternoon to do a 6 hour shift and there was no one in the shop except my bosses kids. They are crazy. I love them to death but jeeeeesus are they are handful.

Once I caught the youngest one (a girl aged 7) using a drill to take apart the store door, meanwhile I was trying to serve a line of angry customers craving their daily packet of winnie blues.

Anyway! When I came into work I went into the back of the store to put my bag away and grab my work t-shirt. My boss walks out of the toilet with a dripping half eaten apple on a fork. 

He looks at me and says “Yeah don’t ask.”

 

Apparently his son decided he didn’t want the apple he was eating and thought it would be a good idea to try and flush the apple down the toilet instead of using one of the many bins we have in the store.

 

 

REGULAR #1 – TERRY

I work in a Tattslotto and tobacconist in Clifton Hill and I get some really… interesting regular customers.
Terry, a man who constantly tries to convince me to give him single cigarettes for free, is one of those customers. He orders raw onion in his coffee. He once stared into my eyes for 40 seconds in silence and then told me I had the devil inside me (there is more to that story). He burps a lot.

Anyway, a girl I work with told me this story about Terry which pretty much sums up his character.

The girl I work with was sitting at a near by cafe, having breakfast with a friend of hers, when she decided to tear a little piece of toast off for a pigeon. Terry saw. He screamed at her and told her not to waste food and accused her of not appreciating what she has, yelling “WHAT’S FOOD TO YOU?”. He then caught the pigeon, tackling it down and wrestling the piece of bread from its beak, probably already half-swallowed. Terry then ate the piece of toast.

ew

The end.