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I try very hard not to be one of those people who stalks around their job muttering about how no one else does any fucking work. I might think it occasionally, but I know full well that other people do, in fact, work. And some of them work awfully hard.
But for fuck's sake, some days it's really hard to tell that. Last night half the truck was left undone and I couldn't do a damn thing towards that until 5:30 because I was stuck in cigarette land all fucking night. That is, when the floors weren't being scrubbed and waxed. And while I truly do like the newest overnight chiquita, we don't yet have that... thing where I can sit her in front of the register, make sure she stays there to ring up annoying people and then put up the stuff I've deemed will go out, leaving me to riffle through the rest of the cartons to put them away. Instead she hands them to me but will otherwise not necessarily stock them herself. Or she'll wander off to do something else just as I need her to do... something.
For the record, I fucking hate putting the cigarettes away. And unfortunately, I am really good at finding enough space and complying with all the restrictions they keep putting on where you can and cannot put them. So I spent the first couple of hours trying to put as many of them away as possible, but that wasn't much due to customers wanting to be rung up. Then the next two hours were spent trying not to breathe too much while the floors were done. Then the next two hours were spent wrestling the Marlboros up on the display and finding only one more mac & cheese tray there. *pout* Thhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen more cigs. THEN front wall crap that could have been done by ANYONE ELSE DURING THE DAY. But wasn't. And they can try and say they did the totes that had been sitting up there all day, only guess who did those before she left yesterday? Oh yeah. That'd be me. So. I ask you. What the fuck?
As I was attempting to get my paycheck, I'd almost made it to the door when I heard Mumsy calling for someone to ring the angry mob up. The. Fuck? The other clerk was in the back and I couldn't very well say, "I'm not on the clock, so suck it up, bitches." So. Rang them up and went back towards money-land only to find out that the keys to open the safe went home with last night's manager.
I didn't know whether to scream or cry.
But Impalicious, you say. Why don't you just direct deposit and be done with this bullshit?
And I'll tell you. A couple of weeks ago I'd decided I'd find the forms, fill them out, and join the ranks of just about everyone else. I would assimilate and all that crap. So, with this in mind, I went looking for my wallet. And freaked out because I couldn't find it. Guess who left it in the freezer, at work, all day the night before? Yeah. I. Cannot. Be. Trusted.
*curls up under the desk and dies*
But for fuck's sake, some days it's really hard to tell that. Last night half the truck was left undone and I couldn't do a damn thing towards that until 5:30 because I was stuck in cigarette land all fucking night. That is, when the floors weren't being scrubbed and waxed. And while I truly do like the newest overnight chiquita, we don't yet have that... thing where I can sit her in front of the register, make sure she stays there to ring up annoying people and then put up the stuff I've deemed will go out, leaving me to riffle through the rest of the cartons to put them away. Instead she hands them to me but will otherwise not necessarily stock them herself. Or she'll wander off to do something else just as I need her to do... something.
For the record, I fucking hate putting the cigarettes away. And unfortunately, I am really good at finding enough space and complying with all the restrictions they keep putting on where you can and cannot put them. So I spent the first couple of hours trying to put as many of them away as possible, but that wasn't much due to customers wanting to be rung up. Then the next two hours were spent trying not to breathe too much while the floors were done. Then the next two hours were spent wrestling the Marlboros up on the display and finding only one more mac & cheese tray there. *pout* Thhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen more cigs. THEN front wall crap that could have been done by ANYONE ELSE DURING THE DAY. But wasn't. And they can try and say they did the totes that had been sitting up there all day, only guess who did those before she left yesterday? Oh yeah. That'd be me. So. I ask you. What the fuck?
As I was attempting to get my paycheck, I'd almost made it to the door when I heard Mumsy calling for someone to ring the angry mob up. The. Fuck? The other clerk was in the back and I couldn't very well say, "I'm not on the clock, so suck it up, bitches." So. Rang them up and went back towards money-land only to find out that the keys to open the safe went home with last night's manager.
I didn't know whether to scream or cry.
But Impalicious, you say. Why don't you just direct deposit and be done with this bullshit?
And I'll tell you. A couple of weeks ago I'd decided I'd find the forms, fill them out, and join the ranks of just about everyone else. I would assimilate and all that crap. So, with this in mind, I went looking for my wallet. And freaked out because I couldn't find it. Guess who left it in the freezer, at work, all day the night before? Yeah. I. Cannot. Be. Trusted.
*curls up under the desk and dies*
