seven T, not seven

so, i opened the store today, only my fifth time ever. which is not much, consdering i work almost every day and have for the better part of six months. i was due, shall we say.

well, i call in the change order and ask the guy for seven dollars in quarters but don't realize this even when he says,

do you really want seven dollars?

and i said,

yes.

because i wasn't really listening and i was doing the deposit at the time of the request.

now, if i had gone to the bank alone, i could have glossed over this error and none would be the wiser. but, in true fall on your face in front of everyone fashion, i had drug an asst mgr from another store with me to the bank so i could vent.

he was standing beside me and laughed when the teller busted open a roll of quarters and counted out seven dollars.

sigh.

i'm a dork, what can i say.

i told my boss, and he laughed. i'll never live it down.

so, i have a lot to tell you, it's been a while but i don't have internet connected yet, and i am not sure when i will. plus i'm crazy busy, but i'm out of my ex-s apt, and in my own apt.

my girl is struggling but we'll make it through.

i must away. when i return remind me to tell you how long it has been since my last dentist visit. (YIKES!)