Willies in the bathroom ....

G'day all. 

Down to business... did I tell you that when I applied to IKEA I only wanted part time hours? Assumed in my interview I was getting part time as I mentioned it plenty of times... and when I started the first week the HR manager who I know anyway asked with a puzzled face "Didn't you just want part time hours" "YES" I probably said a bit too loud and desperate, She then informed me that my beloved deputy may have had a part in me getting full time hours. GRRRRRR. 

Anyway I'm there full time and its not quite the pillow fluffing I expected it to be. 

No more to say on that. 

I failed to tell you in the last email about the guy at Costco...and that the last time I went there I very nearly accidentally (of course) ran him over. Now this guy by his own admission is not a small chap and also is COVERED in high visibility attire because of working in the fuel court and presumably so he doesn't get run over on a daily basis. 

So after nearly running him over the first time, the second time I'm much more careful to not run him over. Our Costco card is still the English one with no bar code so I have to get him over to use his staff one to enable the pump to work. When I walked over to him he states "You're the one that nearly ran me over last week" "Yup that's me" I replied. then told him not worry as I won't again. He looks at me suspiciously and mumbles "I doubt that" 

Anyway we get talking and we are now in first term names, (helped that we both had our work name badges on) I know all about him and his family and he hits the gym too, he goes to Golds the weight lifting one. He makes getting fuel a whole lot better!

Also got chatting on the phone to the opticians wife (who offered me a job!!) for an hour and a half.... I kid you not.

Note to self... still actually haven't told her I don't actually want the job, hope they're still not holding it for me. Gulp. 

The till person in Aldi is also very chatty and we have a good gossip about random things. Now I think about it, my conversations are all random, these poor people must think I'm a little odd. 

Any excuse to chat to people I'm ON IT!! 

Just not to the IKEA people I started with. (No more to say about that) Tell a lie, there is a Spanish lady I'm friendly with who is lovely. 

Down to the subject in hand... Willies in the bathroom......

As I said I'm in the bedroom department in IKEA (full time I must state AGAIN) 

and last week we had to go to Sydney to get practise and experience of working in a store. Part of out daily routines are to check all the room sets are tidy and lovely. 

As I'm inspecting the en suite apart of the bedrooms room set I spy A LOT of willies drawn on the tiles and wall. After laughing, I then had this conversation with my colleague (C) 

Me "Do you have a rubber"

C "WHAAAAT" 

Me sighing .. "Do you have a rubber, there's willies in the bathroom" 

C shrieks "WHAAAAT" 

Me grumbling "Look do you have a rubber or not, I need to get rid of some willies in the bathroom" 

C "Erm, No I don't" ... slight pause, "Are you sure?"

Me " Yes I need a rubber, there's loads of willies" 

C "Do you want to show me" 

Me sighing much more loudly now "If you want" 

C now very slowly walks to the bathroom set and gingerly pulls back the shower curtain and starts hysterically laughing. 

Me "See I told you I need to a rubber to get rid of these willies, they're every where" 

C "We say eraser over here a rubber is a condom" 

"Ahhhh" I reply "hence your stupid expression, well we call them rubbers because they RUB out things, and I'm English so I win, now do you have a rubber" 

C "NO" and walks off laughing

I did eventually get a rubber / eraser and thanked my lucky stars I didn't ask my team leader for one! GULP.

Can someone answer a question for me please... In the UK we do call Michael Bouble the 'boobs' don't we???

Note to you all they DON'T here and I know this because on the way home another colleague (who I like) asked to play his music as I was navigator (I know right how did that happen I can barely get myself to the other side of Canberra without getting lost... I have to say that I was NO help in navigating out of Sydney but at least I got to be in charge of the music.... Melbourne Bounce blared MOST of the way home) 

So when Michael Bouble starts to play I turn round and ask my colleague "Do you like the boobs" 

His poor face was a picture, it was sheer horror, Not deterred I asked him again 'Do you like the boobs?" The whole car by now is silent and it suddenly clicks what I asked him. "Do you not call Michael Bouble the boobs here" I ask 

By now everyone is in stitches and all inform me that NO he is not known as the boobs. Sean also said we don't call him the boobs, but I'm sure we do. So please let me know. 

Word quickly got round to the other car about my blunders. 

Hey ho.....