All in a day's work

The day started just like any Monday: cleaners vacuuming the floor, staff chirping, 'Another day, another dollar..', and even though it was the last day of my working week, I came to work suffering from Monday blues, totally dreading the day.

But the day started off not that bad after all. Jared from IT came down to fix our broken till. So that was something off my to-do list. Brett was suffering from a croaky throat and slight headache, so he was a bit down today, not his usual self.

I had morning tea with Libby and Nick, and I think I must be getting lung cancer pretty soon. I was there, sitting outside Spill with the two of them, puffing on their ciggies. Now, I know I'm pathetic. After all, one does not contract lung cancer just like that. But no offence to all smokers, but smoking killed my grandfather and since then, I have been avoiding ciggy smoke and cursing everytime a billow of smoke wafts up my nose. Mind you, second hand smoke is worse okay. Anyways, there we were, having conversations I have no memory of because the entire break I was so conscious of the noxious smoke entering my lungs, passing through my trachea, to my bronchi, bronchioles, alveolars and into my blood stream. I was screaming silently. Hell, I wanted to get out of there! Not wanting to offend, I sat through the entire ordeal, fanning the NZ Herald aimlessly. Haha, they must've known because they asked me to shift seats instead. Oh well. And you could've guessed. I stank of ciggy smoke later and Brett accused me of smoking even after I protested vehemently.

Something else interesting happened today. Grant and Omar, the store's security staff actually caught a thief today. As a lady came struggling past our department, led by one policeman and followed by another, it was normal for Brett and I to stop and watch. Now that was a mistake. As she passed by the counter, she fixed these cold hard eyes with hatred on me, as if asking me in disgust, 'What the hell are you looking at?', but I noticed something else in those icy-pale blue eyes of hers, there was a glint of regret, as if she wanted to plead and explain that she was clean, that she didn't mean it or perhaps to plead for forgiveness or her innocence. The few miliseconds that our eyes met, I was half expecting her to shout out, 'This is all a mistake. Please tell them.. It wasn't me.' Perhaps I shouldn't have looked because after that I started having shivers up my spine. Was it sympathy? Or fear?

And oh, there is this guy who works who is so hot..You know I'm a sucker for brunettes.. that's all I'll say but gosh, I can't get over the fact that S&C has so many eye candy.. makes the day better that's for sure.