Back to work (Hades)

Dear Diary,

Needless to say that once enraptured by the Elysian plains, an inversion of the opening line of Seneca's Thyestes, "Who pulls me down from Elysian plains?", down on holiday to Cornwall with a fair maiden (mid thirties, well travelled, well educated and really quite belle). After the venture, I was cast down into the infernal regions, like bright Lucifer before his Fall of Man. It was his pride: the unmaker or undoer of the Light-Bringer. Alas, there did I dwell, among the shades of the departed in that... place. Tartarus. Hades. (The fast food joint I work at). There, my seventeen year old boss, remarking on how I was one minute late, the simpleton from the village, or as the French say: le vilain petit canard. His speech impediment and lack of even the most rudimentary formal education made for a kind of Dickensian Sleary.

Bligh was his usual 'cordial' self, threatning to sometimes thrash the crew (and sometimes doing it). Bligh's "magic trick" today comprised of grabbing another member of staff (a subordinate) and saying, "Hey Max! You want to see magic trick, Yes? [Something in Russian]" then doing a kind of Karate style nerve pinch to completely paralyse the poor young girl (this is "the Merciless", the Lilliputian, the little oompa loompa dictator, another only seventeen year old so-called "superior" [manager - above me in the pecking order in the store]. Her name is otherwise known as "the Butcher" (aka The Baker, aka The Candlestick-Maker). Anyway.

Then there's the biggest loud-mouth of all, Bligh's burd. To be fair, she's not yelled at anyone recently. She just threw things and banged pans really hard against the counter when the pressure was on (because she's young, and flips out all the time). It's an attention seeking thing, another diminutive Pol Pot, a tin pot dictator.

I find it conspicious that after I had returned from holidaying in Cornwall "The Wild One" is no longer there. To my way of thinking, she may have just overstepped the mark (either by saying something inappropriate or offensive or rude - which, to be fair would be something she would do quite often normally), or, more likely, because she may have been somewhat light fingered (which they have turned a blind eye to, up until perhaps recently). Anyway. We'll have to see, and suspend judgement until all the facts are in.

Since getting Netflix in the house, I haven't got anything done. I've taken two days off, and perhaps jotted down a few notes on Tibetan Buddhist texts and also an Vedic primary source, from ancient India. Anyhow. I'm watching House of Cards (from Season Two - the American version, which is just as good as the excellent British version starring Ian Richardson as "F.U."). It is my favourite show (and besides Britannia the only show I watch). Mini-series', small time productions I don't usually watch, only big-budget movies mainly.