Sunday, September 17, 2006
Part 3: What the hell is a weekend?
Current mood: Was mad, now glad
It started friday. I was scheduled with 2 very new people. As some of you may know, we get realy fucking busy on Friday nights. So needless to say, that was shitty. Big scheduling mistake. I can't recount all the little things that go with training 2 people as you are working a line out the door. Questions about how to do everything at least every 5 minutes, so I couldn't and didn't eat anything the whole shift. So my body was enraged with me about that, making me extremely irritable.
Then on saturday, there was a footbal game. Apparently nobody could decide whether they wanted frozen yogurt or football game. We had a line out the door at 11:30. I locked the door, cutting off everybody on the outside. They kept coming, and I kept turning them away and letting people out. It's amazing how stupid people can be, wanting to get their way in spite of hard working people. A lot of these customers are spoiled bitches who have never had a job in their life. One group outside said they'd pay double. They obviously don't know how to tip. Another idiot was yelling an order for her friend inside to get for her. I yelled so they couldn't hear each other. I felt like I was walking on thin ice, and that if anyone said any fighting words to me, it would be all over for them.
And now today, I had to open. Getting up at 10 am is no more fun after a fucked up weekend than otherwise. So obviously I was running on 3 hours of sleep and some adrenaline. Now get this: some fucking fuck stole my tips today! I had about $6 in there, and without seeing a single shady character, it dissapeared! I ended up only making another dollar. I remember sort of recently that a co-worker also had this happen, and actually had a guy from TJ's help her out and track one of the guys down and get some of it back, and then after she left, I made about $10 tips in an hour. By the way, that's like a night's worth of tips for us, we don't rely on them as heavily as a waitress or waiter would. Finally, before my nap after work, I went by Nice Price books, and found a whole bunch of new arrivals in used records. I found The Kinks: The file series, which basically has every song I could want on it, Bob Dylan Highway 61 revisited because I don't own any Dylan, and The Yardbirds: Shapes of Things which is another comprehensive best of compilation, because I don't know much about the yardbirds. Now I was about to check out, but a bunch of old wookworm ladies were at the counter, and I wanted to take my time because I knew the person working, and had hung out with her briefly the previous night after work. So I decided to browse around a little more and picked up a shirt. Then I figured it wouldn't hurt to go up to the new arrivals one more time, and BAM! I found the Link Wray: and his Ray Men swan singles collection '63-'67 double-album released by Sundazed! I was this close *holds fingers very close together* to buying it for $25+ at CD Alley, and got it for $10! This is the silver lining to the tips getting stolen, and I'll be damned if I'll let petty crap like that take away my joy!
Part 3: What the hell is a weekend?
Current mood: Was mad, now glad
It started friday. I was scheduled with 2 very new people. As some of you may know, we get realy fucking busy on Friday nights. So needless to say, that was shitty. Big scheduling mistake. I can't recount all the little things that go with training 2 people as you are working a line out the door. Questions about how to do everything at least every 5 minutes, so I couldn't and didn't eat anything the whole shift. So my body was enraged with me about that, making me extremely irritable.
Then on saturday, there was a footbal game. Apparently nobody could decide whether they wanted frozen yogurt or football game. We had a line out the door at 11:30. I locked the door, cutting off everybody on the outside. They kept coming, and I kept turning them away and letting people out. It's amazing how stupid people can be, wanting to get their way in spite of hard working people. A lot of these customers are spoiled bitches who have never had a job in their life. One group outside said they'd pay double. They obviously don't know how to tip. Another idiot was yelling an order for her friend inside to get for her. I yelled so they couldn't hear each other. I felt like I was walking on thin ice, and that if anyone said any fighting words to me, it would be all over for them.
And now today, I had to open. Getting up at 10 am is no more fun after a fucked up weekend than otherwise. So obviously I was running on 3 hours of sleep and some adrenaline. Now get this: some fucking fuck stole my tips today! I had about $6 in there, and without seeing a single shady character, it dissapeared! I ended up only making another dollar. I remember sort of recently that a co-worker also had this happen, and actually had a guy from TJ's help her out and track one of the guys down and get some of it back, and then after she left, I made about $10 tips in an hour. By the way, that's like a night's worth of tips for us, we don't rely on them as heavily as a waitress or waiter would. Finally, before my nap after work, I went by Nice Price books, and found a whole bunch of new arrivals in used records. I found The Kinks: The file series, which basically has every song I could want on it, Bob Dylan Highway 61 revisited because I don't own any Dylan, and The Yardbirds: Shapes of Things which is another comprehensive best of compilation, because I don't know much about the yardbirds. Now I was about to check out, but a bunch of old wookworm ladies were at the counter, and I wanted to take my time because I knew the person working, and had hung out with her briefly the previous night after work. So I decided to browse around a little more and picked up a shirt. Then I figured it wouldn't hurt to go up to the new arrivals one more time, and BAM! I found the Link Wray: and his Ray Men swan singles collection '63-'67 double-album released by Sundazed! I was this close *holds fingers very close together* to buying it for $25+ at CD Alley, and got it for $10! This is the silver lining to the tips getting stolen, and I'll be damned if I'll let petty crap like that take away my joy!