I feel bad. I was paid £23 an hour to locum at Boots the Chemist in Belsize Park, on the saturday gone, which I did, and the manager there has phoned me up twice today to have a go at me. the first phone call at 11am she ranted at me about how
a) i didn't put the order through
b) that i didn't count the scripts
c) and left the dispensary in chaos.
In my defense, i told her that it was really busy, and that i didn't have time to do a) and b), and i actually didn't think i did leave the dispensary in a mess - although i didn't say it. she said that wasn't an excuse. so that spoiled my mood for the day. and as if that wasn't bad enough, she phones me up again at 4pm, and has another go at me for not entering one of the controlled drugs i dispensed into the CD register. Fuckin' ell, what next? is she going to phone me up again tomorrow and have a go at me for something else? i'd better make sure i block the phone number. jeez louise, everybody makes mistakes, nobody's bloody perfect are they? so now i feel bad, and my neck's all tense, i bet that horrible woman's cursed me or something, and i'm glad i'm going to a Kung fu class tonight, kick some ass. ironically enough, i got a call from the agency almost straight after that second call, and i was absolutely certain that manager woman had called them up and slagged me off severely, plus banned me from working there from now on. but apparently she hasn't - well, at least not yet. still, i told the agency lady about it, and she didn't seem unduly concerned - or maybe she was just covering. or maybe she's heard worse. but i think there's just something about me and Boots, some kind of omen, some kind of sign saying that we weren't meant to go together.
Then the agency lady tried to get me to do another day at Boots for this Saturday, saying they were willing to pay loads of money again. and i can't believe i said i'd think about it, but you know, i am... let's see how i feel tomorrow. lets see if that manager lady calls me up again!