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So I got a call from my boss around nine-thirty this morning. Stepanie, the girl who Beth has been training, was supposed to come in today from 11-4, and Beth was going to come in from 11-12 to finish training her. Then I was supposed to go in from 4-close. Stephanie called in "sick", so guess who Lee and Patsy decide to call?
Not Jennie, the "unofficial" boss.
Not Beth.
Not Andi.
Me.
So there I was, feeling both vaguely honoured and a touch pissed that I'd been volunteered to work both shifts today. 11-9. Whoo. Instead of turning the shift down, however, I said: "Sure, I'll do it! I'll stop by the store at 10:45 to pick everything up." (While I'm at it, maybe I'll shine your shoes and wipe your children's noses, too...) And here's the kicker: while I was on the phone with Patsy, trying to figure out if I could, in fact, do that, Beth called the other line. Patsy put me on hold for a moment, then came back saying "Yeah, since Stephanie isn't coming in, Beth won't be in, either."
Yeah, it gets better. David had to work today, too, 4-something. Both of the 'rents were at work, and if I drove at the sno-ball stand, he wouldn't have a car to get to work. So I had to wake him up, tell him the plan, and make him agree to drive me to both the store and then to the sno-ball stand. So David's lumbering around his room... And I need to get ready for work. Boo. Meanwhile, Joan was scolding me and remind me that I need to eat something aside from toast and sno-balls while I'm working (I took a peanut butter sandwich).
( Here's an excerpt from that conversation. )
'Nyway, time rolled on. Ten minutes before I had to leave, I realized that David was still in his room. I'd already been in there four times to remind him to get up, too. Bastard. So I literally dragged him out of bed, and, while he's half off of his mattress, he glares at me and goes "WHAT?" I bitch, of course, and so a new day begins.
La de da. I drive to the store, pick everything up, feign happiness for Patsy, who apologized profusely for asking me to work both shifts and thanking me until she was blue in the face, arrive at the sno-ball stand, and send David home with the car. A job well done. The majority of the day is uneventful Around seven-thirty that evening, my parents drive by to (1) drop off a car for me and (2) give me the glorious edible-ness that is Burger King. ^_^ I got to eat! By this point, I was super busy and making mad tips, so I didn't actually get to eat until well after eight, but whatever. Etcetera etcetera. Around nine-fifteen, things dulled down and I decided it was time to close up. As I was taking down one of the outside flags, this girl rushes out of her car.
"When do you close?" she asked.
"Usually around nine."
She paused. "Oh. Well... Okay. I was supposed to meet a friend here and we were gonna get sno-cones and he'll be here in like, five minutes, but if you're closing then I guess that's okay..."
It's company policy that we never shut the door in anyone's face, so I smiled and told her: "No, that's all right. I can wait five or ten minutes for your friend to arrive."
Thirty minutes later, a white pick-up pulled in next to the stand, and the two of them meandered up to the stand. They ordered two medium sno-cones (a total of three dollars), handed me a ten, and said I could keep the change. I asked if they were sure, and they told me "Yeah, it's fine. Thanks for waiting so long."
I closed up at nine forty-five, having put in a grand total of 11 hours, and went home. I made about $17.50 in tips today. Life is grand.
Almost forgot--I scraped a bit of the skin off of the side of my left hand (the pinky-finger side) last night when I fell down the stairs. I blame the wallpaper. It doesn't look gross or anything though, although someone commented on it while I was working today. It doesn't hurt as much anymore, though, so I'm good. ^_^
Not Jennie, the "unofficial" boss.
Not Beth.
Not Andi.
Me.
So there I was, feeling both vaguely honoured and a touch pissed that I'd been volunteered to work both shifts today. 11-9. Whoo. Instead of turning the shift down, however, I said: "Sure, I'll do it! I'll stop by the store at 10:45 to pick everything up." (While I'm at it, maybe I'll shine your shoes and wipe your children's noses, too...) And here's the kicker: while I was on the phone with Patsy, trying to figure out if I could, in fact, do that, Beth called the other line. Patsy put me on hold for a moment, then came back saying "Yeah, since Stephanie isn't coming in, Beth won't be in, either."
Yeah, it gets better. David had to work today, too, 4-something. Both of the 'rents were at work, and if I drove at the sno-ball stand, he wouldn't have a car to get to work. So I had to wake him up, tell him the plan, and make him agree to drive me to both the store and then to the sno-ball stand. So David's lumbering around his room... And I need to get ready for work. Boo. Meanwhile, Joan was scolding me and remind me that I need to eat something aside from toast and sno-balls while I'm working (I took a peanut butter sandwich).
( Here's an excerpt from that conversation. )
'Nyway, time rolled on. Ten minutes before I had to leave, I realized that David was still in his room. I'd already been in there four times to remind him to get up, too. Bastard. So I literally dragged him out of bed, and, while he's half off of his mattress, he glares at me and goes "WHAT?" I bitch, of course, and so a new day begins.
La de da. I drive to the store, pick everything up, feign happiness for Patsy, who apologized profusely for asking me to work both shifts and thanking me until she was blue in the face, arrive at the sno-ball stand, and send David home with the car. A job well done. The majority of the day is uneventful Around seven-thirty that evening, my parents drive by to (1) drop off a car for me and (2) give me the glorious edible-ness that is Burger King. ^_^ I got to eat! By this point, I was super busy and making mad tips, so I didn't actually get to eat until well after eight, but whatever. Etcetera etcetera. Around nine-fifteen, things dulled down and I decided it was time to close up. As I was taking down one of the outside flags, this girl rushes out of her car.
"When do you close?" she asked.
"Usually around nine."
She paused. "Oh. Well... Okay. I was supposed to meet a friend here and we were gonna get sno-cones and he'll be here in like, five minutes, but if you're closing then I guess that's okay..."
It's company policy that we never shut the door in anyone's face, so I smiled and told her: "No, that's all right. I can wait five or ten minutes for your friend to arrive."
Thirty minutes later, a white pick-up pulled in next to the stand, and the two of them meandered up to the stand. They ordered two medium sno-cones (a total of three dollars), handed me a ten, and said I could keep the change. I asked if they were sure, and they told me "Yeah, it's fine. Thanks for waiting so long."
I closed up at nine forty-five, having put in a grand total of 11 hours, and went home. I made about $17.50 in tips today. Life is grand.
Almost forgot--I scraped a bit of the skin off of the side of my left hand (the pinky-finger side) last night when I fell down the stairs. I blame the wallpaper. It doesn't look gross or anything though, although someone commented on it while I was working today. It doesn't hurt as much anymore, though, so I'm good. ^_^
