if there's a gale outside

stay home!

we had customers straggling in all night.

mind you, not enough to make us being there worth it, but enough so we couldn't close early.

if people had stopped coming, i could have been home by 10:30. the people just wouldn't go away. so, i didn't get home 'til 11:45, which i guess is a blessing of some sort, i don't know.

had a guy slap down a fifty tonight, i gave him a pile of ones, commensurate to the amount of shit he gave me, and he says,

guess i'll just have to go to dunkin' donuts.

and i said,

i guess so.

(which is probably not the right answer, but in a storm, who the hell cares about coffee and where you're going to go for it?)

i don't watch the news, so i didn't know there was going to be a deluge tonight. so when i walked to move my car closer, while it was still light, i got soaked through. since i was soaked, i went to take the trash (which hadn't made it out all day) out, and got even soakeder (:D)

at least i wasn't hot tonight.

and i gave my boss my advice,

there is no one out tonight let us close early.

he said i had to keep the doors open until 10:30, no one came. grrr.

i'm trying to find my way through this exhaustion and endless work. sounds like we're getting new people from a store that is closing nearby, which is a godsend. we're the zombie crew. and, well, we just need the help.

but, all that said, i still enjoy the place.

i'm having an all out war with the young girl who is a shift, and i don't know how to even diguise my disdain at this point. i'm too tired to fake it. i wish she would just leave me alone, but she follows me and talks to me.

sometimes i tell her just to leave.

tonight she got in my business, and, well, i'm sure we'll have a chat about that at some point in the future because management is not the same thing as manipulation.

they never will be in my book. i hate crazy management, and it seems all people can see is the dollars and cents. though, at times like tonight when we sell one 4$ drink on hour, and there are two people there to make that one drink, how is this keeping your eye on the dollars and cents? i don't know.

but i'll just say this, i let this girl go home because she was scheduled for a twelve hour day. i told her,

go rest. but i may need you to come in just to close. from 10-12.

she said,

okay, thank you.

even hugged me, an awkward white girl hug (oh, that's mean. :) and left.

meaning, i got no break. no lunch, nothing.

but the way i see it is, i'm not going anywhere. if this kid is forced to work an insane schedule, she'll just quit. if we don't take care of the kids, they won't return the favor.

so, ultimately, though i tried with all my might to keep us from being open past ten, she had to come back in to work.

fortunately the rain let up for our drive home.

i don't think i'm a good manager, because i don't see things the way these dollars and cents people do. i just don't. i advised my boss,

we're all wasted tired. don't ask for anymore favors (he wanted me to call some of the crew and promise favors), just let us close early and go home.

and we did, sort of.

i don't know what to say. i may get busted for letting the girl go home to nurse her migraine, but she came back, rested and functional. the waaaay better option in my opinion than having her there and a wreck.

anyway, i must to bed. it's late. i work sometime tomorrow, not sure when.

peace. out.