since i don't like to rush them through their meal, just so i can get on with my life, i left and called nicole.
there is nothing to do,i said.
pick the stalls if you feel like it.
i have to go home to bed.i said.
i get in at 1am on saturday mornings. i am exhausted, i can't do this for awhile.
i didn't know.she said.
nicole is generous and considerate. this was an oversight, but it was a waste of time i do not have. a luxury i cannot afford. i crawled back into bed at 9am, and slept until 2. now i've got to get ready for my next nine hour shift that begins at 3.
if it weren't just standing the entire time, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. and i figured out why the dogs were hurting so bad last night, a girl we borrowed from another store, whom i like very much --immensely-- pulled the non-fatigue floor mats. we stood on ceramic tile for about five or six hours. (duh!) could have seen that one coming, but there is SO much to do, i can't think about the eventualities of what might happen. i have to be about the now.
so, i'm gearing up, for another shift.
and last night, i finally walk out for my lunch/dinner and when i'm in the restaurant i had ordered it for there. then i decide, no, i better go back to my store. and as i'm walking up the handicapped ramp that leads in, i see this customer at the register freaking out. i know the man, but i'd never seen him flip before.
the thing about it is, when you order a drink the basic drink is one price. when you add on, there is an additional cost. how people can walk in with hundreds and fifties spilling out of their pockets, and cry about $.55 for an extra shot, i do not know.
i opened my till and gave the man $.55
what a baby. i will see him tomorrow. he's a regular, we try not to piss off the regulars, but i told him,
technically, she did it right. i did the same thing to you when i started working here, do you remember?
yes.he said.
and walked out, grateful that he got his $.55
i was just glad he left.
and this other beotch came in with a cute little purse and a fifty. we aren't supposed to take anything over a twenty because there is a lot of counterfeit bills (or that's the line we're given), and anyway, let's just leave it at that.
so this bitch says,
i have to put $3 on my credit card?
no,i said,
but you're taking all my change.
and so i gave her a pile of ones about an inch high.
sure i had tens in my drawer, she's lucky i didnt' give her rolls of pennies and nickels too, because i was making a point.
i gave her about twenty dollars in fives, maybe thirty, and the rest in one dollar bills. and it made me happy.
this. makes. me. happy.
and i tried so hard not to burst out laughing as she was walking away.
because i said to her,
have a good day.
and she said,
don't get angry.
i said,
i am not, that is how i say have a good day to everyone.
she said,
i would have been better off putting it on my credit card.
and i said nothing, but i thought, you think? bitch.
i swear. this one woman treated me like i was scum of the earth because i don't own an ipod.
this is how petty these rich folk are, i swear.
and i wanted to tell her something, but she's a customer, and the least customers can do is keep their ignorant opinions to themselves.
or they'll get a pile of ones from me.
i can be a bitch too.
and my favorite line from deloris claiborne is,
sometimes being a bitch is the only thing a woman can depend on.
whatever.
i try to be nice, but!
and i ran off a group of roving prepubescents last night, they weren't even our customers but they were obnoxious, and rude. i don't run kids off, but if they are going to be brats, i certainly will.
and don't even get me started on the bathroom.
i appreciate the need for public restrooms. it vexes me when there are none, but come on folks. give me a break. be clean.
gotta run. work soon.
peace. out.
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