Somehow I got employed...

Hi, I’m Ellie and I’ve been forced to write this blog. I’ve never been good at writing anything remotely interesting so my advice to the two people that have probably stopped to read this is to carry on scrolling like everyone else. However, if you’ve nothing else to do please carry on reading me waffle about absolutely nothing. I’m on edge writing this blog and have been putting it off for weeks despite being asked about 5 times, as I know Lewis who is currently in Australia will rip me to shreds no matter what I write. How can you block a manager off their own website?

Somehow, I got employed at Mulberry Moon and I still could not quite tell you what my job title is. I originally was hired to help out in the office but if you follow any of the Mulberry Moon social media sites, you’ll see that I am the Aldi version of a top model. I’m usually roped into modelling on a Monday after Gayle has bought in new stock for the retail shop, which isn’t quite ideal when you’re still suffering from a devastating, soul-destroying hangover. I have bags so big on some of the pictures, I might get charged 5p for them. Now I don’t know how many of you are in group chats or what the atmosphere is like on your group chat, but the group chat I’m in consists of my friends relentlessly searching for any embarrassing pictures of me that Mulberry Moon post. I sometimes feel like pulling a Britney in 2007 when I see a notification from Mulberry Moon. I’m currently waiting for my big break in modelling, which no doubt will take off before Christmas with the way things are going… if only I didn’t have to stare at the floor.

When I’m not strutting my stuff, I’m usually contracting third-degree burns from the steamer in the warehouse or three-inch wounds from the pricing gun. Sitting at the computer (the job I applied for) is generally safe and doesn’t give me anxiety when the group chat pops up.

I don’t want to give you the impression that I don’t like my job because I love it. Love my boss (extra fiver, ka-ching) Love the dogs. Love the customers (preferably the ones that read the T’s & C’s) Love the showrooms and of course, an honourable mention must be made to’ the brownies from Costco’ – shoutout to Lee. All in all, I’ve been part of the team building the website over these past weeks – the number of table lamps I’ve described is unhealthy & I can’t look at an ornament without thinking of where it would look good in your home, I’ve even started dreaming about candle stock levels. I’m actually so proud of the team and the progress of the website, and it’s extremely rewarding to receive your custom.

P.S if you ever stumble upon a product for 99p, please don’t be nice and message my boss… its hard enough hiding the Monday hangover, let alone the tequila stash under the desk.

Thanks for reading, this is probably the first and last blog I’ll write, I doubt she’ll let me write one again… or work at all for that matter.  Topshop and River Island, I’m available, doubt you’ll be able to afford me though.

4:59pm… one more minute that I have to pretend I’m writing something half decent……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….aaaaaaaand we’re done.

Ciao, Ellie.

 

 

7 Comments
  1. Well done kept me reading please do a weekly slot 😘

  2. Thanks for your response Annmarie. However, your request won’t be possible, i’m currently sat in the job centre eating a bourbon biscuit. X

  3. Honesty is the best policy, love you niece x

  4. Keep at it….you have a talent for writing x

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