Stuff
Hell, figured it was a good enough time to go and update my journal… tell about my current “fun” at work and such… Let’s see, to begin with, I recently received a summons, or whatever its called to go to court and testify about that weirdness that happened in my work parking lot. Not all bad I guess… work has to pay for me to go, and then the court pays me a whole 25 dollars on top of it! Go me!
What else is fun? Ah! Well I have two really boring accounting classes, which by the way are a pain in my ass. I was working on a few of the assignments, trying to get caught up and such… when I receive a call from my old store… I guess one of the graveyard managers had to finish balancing for the day and messed something up. I tried to explain what was up, but he still had troubles… so I went in and helped him fix it… why in the hell call me? Dude, call someone that works in the store! Dork! That’s alright, I get along with him, after all, we even went and watched the newest Star Wars movie together. The fun continued from there though. As I was pulling back into my driveway, Kara called me, told me that Steve from Walgreen’s security had called… my store had an alarm going off, and no one else had answered. Yeah, I call back, and find out that I have the pleasure of going to my store, meeting the police, and turning off the alarm. No big deal, just more wasted studying time. So we (me, Kara, Lauren, Mitzi the ugly dog) pile into the car and zoom on out! Police met, alarm turned off, reset, turned back on, GO ME! Yup, we go home next, exciting… and also two hours of wasted time between the two. I’m making them pay me for it…
The next day I go in, and my boss is complaining about having to go in and turn off the alarm. I ask her about it, thinking that I might have messed something up… Nope! Come to find out, she missed the call as well, but didn’t call Walgreen’s security back before going to the store. So in the time it takes her to go to work I had the alarm off and was back at home! Heh, loser!
As the day continues, I find out that I am working with the cream of the loser crop at work. New girl who is incredibly lazy, and two older women who just came back from various injuries, surgeries, etc. Both have extremely limited duties “Yes, I have a doctors note saying I can just sit her on my ass and do nothing, and you legally have to pay me to do it.” To top it off, neither seem to be able to think for themselves… Fucking paging “Mr. Shirley to… ” all fucking night. Lazy girl I had to yell at like every 15 minutes… etc. As if this wasn’t enough fun? Oh yes, there is more! Some stupid old lady manages to fall, scrapping her knees and hurting her wrist. She swore that she slipped on a pencil that was laying on the ground (I never found one btw), and proceeded to freak out on my about leaving pencils laying about in the store. Dude, you are clumsy, fess up to it, leave. About an hour after we manage to get the lady out (she wanted to make sure we had her info down for insurance purposes) some guy collapses on the front register bagging area. He doesn’t speak English, I don’t speak Spanish, all I get is that he is clutching his chest, while drinking a half gallon of milk… The stupid old lady who should be checking out customers is enstead holding his hand, telling him that it would be okay. I yell over and make her go to the other register, and continue ringing… because of course the dude collapsed at the busiest time we had seen that night. Call the ambulance, tell them what happened, explain that I couldn’t ask him what was going on due to a language barrier. They document or whatever that we don’t speak the same language, right? Right! Still the person feels the need to ask me about his medical history, if he is on drugs, etc. My response “Dude, he collapsed on my counter, first time I’ve seen him, being that we can’t hold a conversation, I have no clue if he in on drugs!” Person responds with “Well is there anything that he might have told you that will help us?” OMG, I can’t speak the same fucking language, we covered this twice, I have no idea what he is telling me… do you have to take a fucking test saying that you can’t listen to work as a dispatcher?! Anyways, paramedics come, take him away, offer to pay for the milk that he is drinking. Stupid cashier tells them no, that we will just write it off?! Wah?! How fucking dumb can you be? Ack I hate people. Eh, that’s about it… just wanted to write down how stupid people are… and now I’m getting worked up again.
What else is fun? Ah! Well I have two really boring accounting classes, which by the way are a pain in my ass. I was working on a few of the assignments, trying to get caught up and such… when I receive a call from my old store… I guess one of the graveyard managers had to finish balancing for the day and messed something up. I tried to explain what was up, but he still had troubles… so I went in and helped him fix it… why in the hell call me? Dude, call someone that works in the store! Dork! That’s alright, I get along with him, after all, we even went and watched the newest Star Wars movie together. The fun continued from there though. As I was pulling back into my driveway, Kara called me, told me that Steve from Walgreen’s security had called… my store had an alarm going off, and no one else had answered. Yeah, I call back, and find out that I have the pleasure of going to my store, meeting the police, and turning off the alarm. No big deal, just more wasted studying time. So we (me, Kara, Lauren, Mitzi the ugly dog) pile into the car and zoom on out! Police met, alarm turned off, reset, turned back on, GO ME! Yup, we go home next, exciting… and also two hours of wasted time between the two. I’m making them pay me for it…
The next day I go in, and my boss is complaining about having to go in and turn off the alarm. I ask her about it, thinking that I might have messed something up… Nope! Come to find out, she missed the call as well, but didn’t call Walgreen’s security back before going to the store. So in the time it takes her to go to work I had the alarm off and was back at home! Heh, loser!
As the day continues, I find out that I am working with the cream of the loser crop at work. New girl who is incredibly lazy, and two older women who just came back from various injuries, surgeries, etc. Both have extremely limited duties “Yes, I have a doctors note saying I can just sit her on my ass and do nothing, and you legally have to pay me to do it.” To top it off, neither seem to be able to think for themselves… Fucking paging “Mr. Shirley to… ” all fucking night. Lazy girl I had to yell at like every 15 minutes… etc. As if this wasn’t enough fun? Oh yes, there is more! Some stupid old lady manages to fall, scrapping her knees and hurting her wrist. She swore that she slipped on a pencil that was laying on the ground (I never found one btw), and proceeded to freak out on my about leaving pencils laying about in the store. Dude, you are clumsy, fess up to it, leave. About an hour after we manage to get the lady out (she wanted to make sure we had her info down for insurance purposes) some guy collapses on the front register bagging area. He doesn’t speak English, I don’t speak Spanish, all I get is that he is clutching his chest, while drinking a half gallon of milk… The stupid old lady who should be checking out customers is enstead holding his hand, telling him that it would be okay. I yell over and make her go to the other register, and continue ringing… because of course the dude collapsed at the busiest time we had seen that night. Call the ambulance, tell them what happened, explain that I couldn’t ask him what was going on due to a language barrier. They document or whatever that we don’t speak the same language, right? Right! Still the person feels the need to ask me about his medical history, if he is on drugs, etc. My response “Dude, he collapsed on my counter, first time I’ve seen him, being that we can’t hold a conversation, I have no clue if he in on drugs!” Person responds with “Well is there anything that he might have told you that will help us?” OMG, I can’t speak the same fucking language, we covered this twice, I have no idea what he is telling me… do you have to take a fucking test saying that you can’t listen to work as a dispatcher?! Anyways, paramedics come, take him away, offer to pay for the milk that he is drinking. Stupid cashier tells them no, that we will just write it off?! Wah?! How fucking dumb can you be? Ack I hate people. Eh, that’s about it… just wanted to write down how stupid people are… and now I’m getting worked up again.