The Award

So yesterday I had a brainwave in the bath. I decided that I'd bring a bottle of wine with me to work and offer it as a prize. The competition ? The person who sold the most De-icers during the day. I heard the weather was going to be cold, and thanks in the main to our council puchasing policy we have 85 bottles overstock. You see we have two brands, a yellow and black bottle and a more visually pleasing plastic bottle. The council won't take the yellow and black stuff, so we're overstocked. We've tried pushing it onto them, but our council counter supervisor assures me she can't shift them at all.

Here is the branch manager (the only member of staff not to really know or be involved in the competition) presenting the award to our council counter supervisor who managed to push 16 bottles onto council operatives..........

Frankly my thoughts are that I have shown excellent management skills to achieve sales by using alcohol as a bribe.

I have created some ill feeling though because the other staff members (who sold a very impressive 10 to actual customers rather than council workers who have to part with no cash) feel they have been cheated. therefore next weeks task is much more exciting - I want everyone to try and improve their average spend per ticket. Most people hover around £40-£90 per transaction - the biggest mover wins four beers.

In other news this is a back blip and today is Saturday. My football team scraped new depths today by drawing 0-0 with a team from a competition called 'The Ryhman League' called Carshalton. I remember once when I was fifteen I answered the door in my pyjamas (this is going somewhere). I noticed the milk sitting on my doorstep and bent down to pick it up: the baby maker made a brief appearance through my buttoned fly, visible in its entire glory to my friend Michelle.

I'm even more embarrassed by my team today than I was that warm spring day.