Death to stupid sno-cone girls!
Jul. 15th, 2004 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kageotogiSo I get into work today at about two until four, which is a little bit later than I usually like to arrive, but still on time. No problem. I smile at Andi, apologize, and then lose a shoe to the uber-stickyness of the floor. As I'm recovering my footgear, she shrugs.
"Sorry," she says, "I forgot to mop."
Obviously. I smile. "You forgot?"
"Yeah. I had other things to be doing."
Lousy excuse, but whatever. I put my things away, notice the new tiled counter, and tell Andi how great it looks. She grunts at me, obviously more than ready to leave. She's about to go when I notice something else...
"Why aren't the flavors full?" I ask, holding up a few almost-empty bottles. "We just got a shipment on Tuesday, so we shouldn't be out already..."
"Oh, yeah," she says. "I couldn't find any funnels--not one!"
I stare at her. "Say what?"
"There aren't any funnels," she repeats, saying each word slowly, as though I have never heard anyone speaking English before.
I frown. "We've been out of funnels for almost two weeks now," I point out. "Couldn't you just fill the flavors some other way?"
Andi shakes her head. "The Health Department was supposed to come by today and I just knew they'd come by and catch my filling the flavors without the funnels, and I didn't want to get in trouble."
And your excuse for not mopping the floor was what, again? "I doubt they'd care, to be honest." I start looking through the flavor collection, picking out the almost-empty bottles. "So did they come by?"
"Did who come by?"
"...The health department?"
"Well, no," she says. "But they would have, if I'd started filling the flavors without funnels. I just knew they would."
I'm a bit confused by this logic, but I just nod and turn to find the flavor jugs so I can start filling the bottles before I get by a rush. She darts off as I do so, just as I notice that the napkins are empty, the spoons are almost gone, and...
The cup count says we only had 23 smalls at the beginning of the day, but there are two unopened packages of small cups in the box? Hold up.
I spent the rest of that halfhour checking the cup count, finding that it was very much wrong, and then going through the cashregister tape so I can figure out how many smalls, mediums, and larges have been sold each, so that I can figure out how many cups she added to each size and DID NOT RECORD IN THE CUP COUNT. *strangle strangle*
Quick explanation. When you add more cup packages to the box, you have to change the starting cup count. This is how we discover how many cups were sold that day and stuff. Andi didn't bother to do that. Bad Andi. Bad. Rawr.
Meh. By the time I'd gone through the cashslip twice and done my addition, the smalls were still 9 cups off, so I just wrote a note on the count slip and hoped I wouldn't be the one chastised for it.
I really hate working after Andi. Working with her isn't so great, either, but at least then I can keep her in line and correct her when she does stupid stuff--like forget to fix the count. *rawr* I'm very pissed about the count.
Five and a half hour work day, give or take, and I think I sat down a grand total of once. My feet are killing me. *cuts off feet for charity*
"Sorry," she says, "I forgot to mop."
Obviously. I smile. "You forgot?"
"Yeah. I had other things to be doing."
Lousy excuse, but whatever. I put my things away, notice the new tiled counter, and tell Andi how great it looks. She grunts at me, obviously more than ready to leave. She's about to go when I notice something else...
"Why aren't the flavors full?" I ask, holding up a few almost-empty bottles. "We just got a shipment on Tuesday, so we shouldn't be out already..."
"Oh, yeah," she says. "I couldn't find any funnels--not one!"
I stare at her. "Say what?"
"There aren't any funnels," she repeats, saying each word slowly, as though I have never heard anyone speaking English before.
I frown. "We've been out of funnels for almost two weeks now," I point out. "Couldn't you just fill the flavors some other way?"
Andi shakes her head. "The Health Department was supposed to come by today and I just knew they'd come by and catch my filling the flavors without the funnels, and I didn't want to get in trouble."
And your excuse for not mopping the floor was what, again? "I doubt they'd care, to be honest." I start looking through the flavor collection, picking out the almost-empty bottles. "So did they come by?"
"Did who come by?"
"...The health department?"
"Well, no," she says. "But they would have, if I'd started filling the flavors without funnels. I just knew they would."
I'm a bit confused by this logic, but I just nod and turn to find the flavor jugs so I can start filling the bottles before I get by a rush. She darts off as I do so, just as I notice that the napkins are empty, the spoons are almost gone, and...
The cup count says we only had 23 smalls at the beginning of the day, but there are two unopened packages of small cups in the box? Hold up.
I spent the rest of that halfhour checking the cup count, finding that it was very much wrong, and then going through the cashregister tape so I can figure out how many smalls, mediums, and larges have been sold each, so that I can figure out how many cups she added to each size and DID NOT RECORD IN THE CUP COUNT. *strangle strangle*
Quick explanation. When you add more cup packages to the box, you have to change the starting cup count. This is how we discover how many cups were sold that day and stuff. Andi didn't bother to do that. Bad Andi. Bad. Rawr.
Meh. By the time I'd gone through the cashslip twice and done my addition, the smalls were still 9 cups off, so I just wrote a note on the count slip and hoped I wouldn't be the one chastised for it.
I really hate working after Andi. Working with her isn't so great, either, but at least then I can keep her in line and correct her when she does stupid stuff--like forget to fix the count. *rawr* I'm very pissed about the count.
Five and a half hour work day, give or take, and I think I sat down a grand total of once. My feet are killing me. *cuts off feet for charity*
