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07 September 2006 @ 12:07 am
Retail Hell - The Management Game
I don't mention RL stuff here that often, but I feel a need to vent, so brace yourselves.

For those who don't know, I live in a tiny ancient town (first settled 500BC) on the edge of Dartmoor in England - Hound of the Baskervilles country. I work in one of the two small grocery stores in town. I have worked there for 7.5 years, mainly because it's 2 minutes walk from my home and I don't drive so employment opportunities are limited.

In those 7.5 years I have had 6 'permanent' managers and have lost count of the temporary trolls who have passed through. I was hoping that the latest one, Simon, would be here for a while. He has a family, a mortgage, is stable, cheerful, honest, a good worker, etc etc.

He also had a hernia, which was operated on during the last week of July, and has been recovering ever since. He was due back next week.

Today I get in to work to find a sign on the notice board - Simon is no longer the manager. The position will be advertised in the press and until then, we are to struggle on as we have been doing for the past weeks. That is to say badly. Note the complete lack of explanation as to why Simon is no longer manager.

I hate breaking in new managers. They screw up the ordering, try to mess with my shifts, and always come up with 'new' ideas that I've already seen fail over and over again.

So, here's waiting for manager #7 to show up. This one has to be a keeper, right?
darkhavensdarkhavens on September 7th, 2006 07:17 pm (UTC)
Oh, I hope #7 is a keep, I really do. Thanks!

Oh, we can do better than ghosts - we have a murderous little water sprite called Kutty Dyer who lives under a bridge in town (I can see it from my window) and is said to have a fondness for naughty children and drunks. If they wander over the bridge after nightfall, he cuts their throats and drinks their blood. :D

I was told of the legend within a week of moving to town, proving that it's still an active tale and not simply an old legend. *g*

There's also Jay's Grave, just outside of town. Quoting from the Ashbucket website:

It is believed that she committed suicide after becoming pregnant out of wedlock. In keeping with tradition she had to be buried at the nearest crossroads rather than in the consecrated ground of a parish church cemetery.

In 1860, James Bryant, a road mender, discovered bones in a rough grave and it was at first supposed they were that of an animal. When it was discovered they were from a young woman, his wife vaguely remembered a story told to her by her own mother about an orphan girl who hanged herself. The bones were reburied in their present position and to this day fresh flowers appear daily on her grave, creating their own mystery, as nobody knows who does this caring deed.

I have no idea if the flowers really do appear daily, but it's a lovely thought.

For other local legends you could check out this link - there are oodles!
batmanvinniebatmanvinnie on September 7th, 2006 08:18 pm (UTC)
*spazzes out*
Oh my god! That is so freakin' awesome! My Dad is Danish and knows all these stories from the small island he's from about a lot of young girls who, if pregnant out of wedlock, would kill themselves. Which is kinda ironic because now Denmark is way liberal and they sell wedding dresses with matching baptism gowns for the baby.

But thats cool! Man, I have to visit England (not just London).
I think for a definative answer on ghosts, they should ask Royal Family members. Because they are raised in old houses where lots of people died.
Um, okay, 'nough rambling.