Of irony and robberies

In case you'd been neglecting me lately, you might not have noticed the almost nightly update on the Pharmacy Bandit [hee!] ... Yeah, well, today you should pay attention. Because I didn't, and guess who paid for that with her break? Yeaaaaah.

So, a little after 2am, the asshole hit. Thing is, no one fucking saw him enter the store. I wish I'd told our pharmacist that I'd be a couple of aisles away so she'd have known if she yelped or said something loudly, I'd hear. I'm not sure it would have done any good, but since she knew it was him before he slid her the note of DOOM... it might have. Sigh. Anyway. Pharmacy got robbed, but the tech followed him in her car a little bit, enough to get the kind of car and the license plate number.

Only I didn't know any of this crap was happening until one of the cops walked by and called out very softly and had me leave the store. At which point I was kind of "ohmygod,whatthehellisgoingon"-ish. And then I grabbed the first employee I saw and asked, because on Fridays, it could have been anything. Nope. He hit.

For today's serving of "Fuuuuuuucccccckity fuck!" He was the same guy as the night before, who was pulled over the night before after Mad Madam H shared the plate number, only they couldn't keep him for anything. But don't you worry, his sorry ass came back and sneaky like a ninja and all that, robbed the place. Argh.

Today's side order of irony is as follows: I spent the first hour or so at work on the computer, watching a stupid little video and taking a test on... What To Do If Your Store Is Robbed. ... D'oh! Oddly enough, they never did mention what to do if the pharmacy is robbed.

What they don't tell you is that it'll take 5 hours for the cops to do whatever they do, and you won't get your break, but the person who came in at 10 will get to leave early and you STILL won't get your break, and then you'll listen as this person tells you that even though one boss mistakenly gave them an extra day off and the second boss said that they'd need you on that day off, tee hee, they won't come in. So you'll be working alone, again! And you will resist the urge to beat up a 53 year old woman for managing to screw you six ways to Sunday every other week.


That was the night. Wow, bet you wish you were me, huh?

and it's you and me...

Short, sweet, and to the point.

I feel like several different types of crap. There's the so dizzy the room spun this way and that and back again before starting all over as I got out of bed for dinner way. There's the lurking headache that's right there that I wouldn't have been able to pinpoint if not for the tiny little cough that nearly fucking killed me.

Guess who's working alone this fine weekend? Yeah. You know, I should get a raise. A this-place-gets-robbed-so-much-gas-station-employees-pity-us, you won't find anyone else, trust me, you've been looking for more than a year to replace the LAST person, annnnnnd I get screwed over way too often in the working alone department raise. Seriously, boss types.

Ah well. I'd rather not do battle over that anytime soon. Christ, my head hurts. I'm also hoping the pharmacy is open this fine evening so I don't have to deal with any of the, "it'll be open when?" idiots I got to deal with this morning. I just wanted to smack people.

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Off to down meds and pass the fuck out again.

Oh. The first person to spoil me for HP6 will be fined. I mean that. If my mother can avoid it, so can you. Thus far you're all doing fabulously. Keep it up. And now, my only run in with it: 7pm, I wander down and ask if Mom's book appeared. She looks sad and says no. I ask if anyone got the mail, thinking you couldn't keep me away from the mailbox if my present was on it's way... and no. No they hadn't. So I skipped out and there it was. Wheeee! Thrills? No. But the book couldn't be that big if our very broken mailbox could withstand the weight of the world.