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Remember when I said this week would be better? Not so much. It started with the snow Sunday and Monday. Apparently it was trying to make up for lost time. Monday, it took my almost 40 minutes to get to work. I live about 2 and a half miles from work. Tuesday, I blew a tire on my way to work. I made the decision to just drive the rest of the way, since every towing company in town was way behind schedule due to all the snow. After work, I went across the street to the tire place, and told them to put some tires on my car (my car needed tires anyway, I think this was a sign), and to check the battery while they were at it. So, Wednesday afternoon, close to $500 later, my car had new tires and battery. Outside of the dent on the back, she's practically like new.
Fortunately, my Dad told me that he would buy me tires for Christmas. (talk about a fun gift!!). So, G called them to tell them the cost of said gift. My 'rents were thrilled that I was finally getting new tires. They no longer had to worry about me driving on the old tires. I conveniently neglected to mention blowing of said tire.
I got home from picking up my car, and realized that I left my set of keys with a house key at the tire place. So, I got to go back, then come back home again...yay! It was fun to drive in the by-that-time-rush-hour traffic. Then to top it all off we didn't find the medallion (see yesterday's post). So, I went to bed at 5 Thursday (and by 5, I don't mean I was up all night...I mean the news wasn't on yet). I woke up about 9, and got up at 11 Friday morning. That's a lot of sleep. And, I be sore. I guess several hours of climbing and digging in the snow will do that to someone who hasn't worked out since, well, hmmm...last, no wait, umm...okay, so I don't remember the last time. On the bright side, I think G managed to tape must-see TV for me Thursday, I had Friday off, and G found a theater (I use that word loosely) showing Kill Bill: Volume One . The theatre was skanky, but hey, we got to see it.
Today was a whole lot of suckage. I got to work yet again. Now, back in the day, we had someone who opened the shop every day, prior to going to her day job, and she worked Saturdays. She moved away, and the manager asked me if I would mind being on a Saturday rotation. It was put to me that there would be four people on said rotation, so that I would be working only one Saturday a month, maybe two if someone needed a day off. I talked to my main co-worker, we thought that wasn't a bad deal. Well, apparently by four people, she meant two. And by one Saturday, she meant more. Now, my main co-worker is in France until April. The person hired to replace her doesn't want to work weekends (which to me, that should have been a requirement of whoever was hired, but the hiring process at this place is sketchy at best). So, I get to work them. Lots of them. Including today. Well, it started with the Saturday regulars, which is a large group of people that meet there every Saturday. There's one that I don't know if she was buddies with the owners/management before, or if that resulted from sheer volume of coffee consumption. Anyhoo, she always finds some random thing to complain about, usually something that is fine, but I think she likes to bitch. One of the women brings her two boys, who spilled their drink all over, and they neglected to tell me this until they left. Bah. As my shift progresses, I start to feel shittier, and shittier. My head was throbbing, my stomach was pukey, I could barely stand up. My job is not such that I can leave if I feel crappy, or if I nearly wretch on someone, so I just hoped that as the clock ticked 12:30, I would be nearly done with my closing routine, and be able to boogie out the door. Nope. Apparently hours of operation mean nothing to people. Nor does, "I'm sorry that's the last sandwich. We are getting ready to close so we are low on everything." I had a family...at least maybe they were a family, they all sat together, but ordered and paid one at a time, with a rude little girl, come in right about close to chill. Then two older ladies, one of whom brought her own beverage, came just after we closed (unfortunately I can't lock doors if anyone is in the store due to fire codes). So, G comes to pick me up, I put him to work helping me close, but there is only so much we can do, with a herd of people chillin' without a care. Turning off the neon open signs, cleaning tables, pulling things from the condiment table...none of this worked. Finally everyone left half-an-hour after we closed. I wish I could do like they do at Target and shut off all the lights and basically say, get the hell out at the stroke of closing, but my bosses frown upon that.
well, enough of my whining...this week has got to be better. For real this time.
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