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Bed Day
Well, today is Bed Day. It's due here between 9am and noon, so here I am, sitting up, watching Battered Teens on Maury, and doing the waiting thing.
Yesterday was the worst effin' day at work. Ugh. After Sunday, when the girl who was supposed to be working with me called in (this was the second time she was scheduled to work and the fourth time she had called in) and I was stuck by myself all day, as well as the register being messed up, I came in, figuring a 4 1/2 hour shift should be a breeze. I had no customers the whole time, until about 8:50, when this creepy old man came in. Since he was just puttering around, I figured I would start cashing out, since it takes me half an hour to do it, anyhow.
Then, at literally 9:29, he comes up and buys a $4 item, effectively messing up my whole count. So I'm trying my damnedest to remain polite and he has the nerve to ask me why I can't be a little more pleasant. I politely inform him that he ruined 30 minutes worth of work and, since I had to make change, I would now have to recount. So he says to me "Well, that's not my fault." Oh, wait, which other asshole came in and bought a shitty basket.
So I begin to recount. At 9:45, he comes back in! He walks around my store, retrieves another shitty basket, comes to the counter and tells me that he would like this one as well. Hey buddy, this store is closed and has been so for the last 15 minutes. I tell him this and he says I'm being rude and that he's going to report me to customer service. I told him to go right ahead; they were out of there at 9:25!
I'm really glad that I don't have to work tonight. I'd probably kill someone. I'll deal with it, though, because I should get an extra hour on my paycheque. Yay!
Matt and I are going to the Marshfield Fair on Thursday as a sort-of belated 21 month anniversary celebration. It's hard to believe that it's been that long, sometimes. It really doesn't seem like it could possibly be almost two years. I've also never been to the Marshfield Fair and I'm dying to go. It's ironic that I haven't been to a fair in three years and now I'm going to this one as well as one in Vermont next weekend.
I need to call Blaine and... wow, the delivery guys are here.
Yesterday was the worst effin' day at work. Ugh. After Sunday, when the girl who was supposed to be working with me called in (this was the second time she was scheduled to work and the fourth time she had called in) and I was stuck by myself all day, as well as the register being messed up, I came in, figuring a 4 1/2 hour shift should be a breeze. I had no customers the whole time, until about 8:50, when this creepy old man came in. Since he was just puttering around, I figured I would start cashing out, since it takes me half an hour to do it, anyhow.
Then, at literally 9:29, he comes up and buys a $4 item, effectively messing up my whole count. So I'm trying my damnedest to remain polite and he has the nerve to ask me why I can't be a little more pleasant. I politely inform him that he ruined 30 minutes worth of work and, since I had to make change, I would now have to recount. So he says to me "Well, that's not my fault." Oh, wait, which other asshole came in and bought a shitty basket.
So I begin to recount. At 9:45, he comes back in! He walks around my store, retrieves another shitty basket, comes to the counter and tells me that he would like this one as well. Hey buddy, this store is closed and has been so for the last 15 minutes. I tell him this and he says I'm being rude and that he's going to report me to customer service. I told him to go right ahead; they were out of there at 9:25!
I'm really glad that I don't have to work tonight. I'd probably kill someone. I'll deal with it, though, because I should get an extra hour on my paycheque. Yay!
Matt and I are going to the Marshfield Fair on Thursday as a sort-of belated 21 month anniversary celebration. It's hard to believe that it's been that long, sometimes. It really doesn't seem like it could possibly be almost two years. I've also never been to the Marshfield Fair and I'm dying to go. It's ironic that I haven't been to a fair in three years and now I'm going to this one as well as one in Vermont next weekend.
I need to call Blaine and... wow, the delivery guys are here.