Without a doubt, the best costume anybody has ever come up with...ever.

Respect for you, whoever you are.

I have beef with my place of employment. Coles dominates the Australian supermarket industry, along with Woolies they have about an 80% market share (maybe my degree is good for something). As such, one would expect that they have an organised and precise labour force. This is not so. Coles Toowong (busiest Coles in QLD i'll have you know) is my place of employment and has been for over a month now. You would expect that i would have some kind of indication of when i'm working via a roster type document. This is also not so. They call me literally a few hours (today was a record, 3 hours before the said shift) before they want me to work and ask if i'm available. I mean, fuck, i don't want to plan my life around the POSSIBILITY of working every night. It is made even more irritating because feel bad rejecting shifts as i am never sure when i will be called upon next. They keep saying i'll be rostered soon...but if they aren't quick i'm blowing that joint and joining the supermarked revolution that is Aldi (as a side fact, stacking shelves would be much simpilar at Aldi, it only has a product range of about 700, your typical Coles has 10,000{by product range i basically mean brands...eg Aldi has one brand of tinned tomatos, Coles has about 7}).
Tonight i worked in the juice/water section. If i get that section every night i work i will positively develop some guns...it's tough work.

Anyway, let us balance the negative of shit employment with a positive of the joy of fail blogging.