Postman Pat, Postman Pat, Postman Pat and his black and white cat...

This week has been too eventful. This is my third journal entry in as many days – I can’t wait for things to get back to normal so that the most exciting thing happening to me is waking up from a nap to find a candy bar wedged between the bed and the wall (remind me to tell you that one some time).I left for working this afternoon in a grumpier-than-usual mood because I’d had my boss on the phone stressing me out with inane questions so by the time I arrived I was on the warpath only to be greeted with some good news. It turns out that a “spy” from Head Office (cleverly disguised as a person from Head Office who introduced herself to me and my co-worker) had evaluated our performances and given us a great review. Not only was she impressed by the employees but also by the figures I shown her. So impressed that she upgraded our shop to an “A” standard store. What the fuck does that mean? I’ll tell you:1. More money for my boss (eh…well, it doesn’t hurt me I guess)2. More staff positions allocated (hurrah! More minions to cover shifts = no calling Cat on her day off!)3. More payable hours for the store (hurrah! Employees will get enough hours to live on!)4. Higher quarterly targets but also higher bonus payouts for my boss and I. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t care less about the company but each time they dangle that fat bonus in front of me I’m like a donkey with a carrot addiction.This highlight of my day, however, was yet to come. In yesterdays “Saga of PM” I mentioned an offer we were running that included a free return flight for any customer who purchased a SONY Home Cinema System. I sold one to a nice couple last week who today returned to the store and asked me would I like to have their free flight because they won’t have time to take it.I was flabbergasted. I kept asking them if they were really sure, and offering to buy it off them, or suggesting they sell it to someone else but they insisted that they wanted to give it to me. The offer also includes a second flight for half price so my friend Alison and I shall soon be heading to Paris, Brussels, Barcelona or Amsterdam. After weighing up the expense and/or vast boredom of the cities offered we have chosen Amsterdam. And yes, my love of clogs played a big part in that choice.Somewhere between that great surprise (7pm) and closing (12am) a small kitten wandered into our shop. Being a cat lover I naturally picked it up and made my way around as best I could trying to find an owner. The town is busy and full of drunks at night so I ended up keeping the kitten in our bathroom and giving it some milk. It must be someone’s pet because it’s entirely tame and wants to be held and stroked all of the time – how could I do anything but bring it home? The babies (my own two cats) are in a kind of state that I could only describe as “enraged with anger”. I’ve never seen them so cross – hissing, spitting, growling and arching their backs. Jess (as I have named the kitten with the uncanny resemblance to Postman Pat’s cat) is now residing in my bedroom with his own litter box while I try to figure out what to do. As much as I’d love to I can’t keep him – the babies would never get used to him, they’ve lived here for 3 years and it’s their space. I’ll have to put some posters up tomorrow and start looking for someone else to adopt him. He’s adorable; it’s going to be hard saying goodbye, even after one night. Next time: Rays’ latest fuck-ups and “The time I found a candy bar wedged between my bed and the wall after a lovely nap”.