"In 4 short steps we can erase this"
So, i'm pretty sure today sucked more balls than any other day.
I woke up with way too little sleep, and 100 some dollars has mysteriously made itself dissapear from my bank account.
I think the bank's up to some fishey shit, but what do i know?
Yeah, so i get to work, it's busy. It sucks, and i hate it.
I did however nail Jonathan in the face with a glove filled with Shaving cream, which definitly made my day.
Yeah, so the day goes on, and at about 8 or maybe a little before, Chris my manager decides he's feeling way too sick to work.
So he heads home.
This leaves Jonathan and I to close the store.
Nothing too bad, i mean i'm sure as hell not good at closing as a manager.
That'd be one hell of an overstatement.
But yeah, at about 8:45 as we're starting to close, a girl comes up to order.
I'm pissed because i just want to shut everything down and close already, but i take her order anyways...
little did i know this was just the rain drop before the hurricane.
After her, she was followed by about 20 some odd people.
An entire track team had targeted Charley's as their place to make suck.
And boy fuckin' howdy did they.
They all decide to order the Large Sandwitch combo.
That's a drink, frys and a large fuckin' sammitch.
That is bad enough as is, just dropping 20 people on a place that's staffed with 2 people, but worse still is they did it 15 minutes before we'd closed.
Most of the shit was put up, filled and ready to be put away.
So it takes us 30 minutes to get this order done and gone.
By the end of this i was just extremely pissed off.
I put my fist through a box of fries just to relieve some stress, and i'll be damned it helped.
Luckily Erin and Chris were there to help keep me sain.
But yeah to make things worse, as i'm trying to get everything organized to close, the hose breaks, spraying not just water, but really fucking hot water everywhere.
So i get soaked, and even more irritated.
Finally i just tell Jonathan he can go home, and that i'll sort out the rest of the shit tomorrow.
So i go to do the closing reports and such, and i get all kinds of confused.
I don't know enough to be left on my own doing that stuff just yet, so it took forever, and i'm not even 100% sure it's right at all.
But here's hoping.
Yeah, so that was my extremely pissed off night in a nutshell.
but to ice my own cupcake, it's 3:27 (i'm accounting for the time change, which i didn't when thinking i'd have time to go in early.)
So, i've got about 4 hours of sleep to look forward to, then i'm going to Charley's to clean, and stock everything i didn't get done tonight.
Here's hoping i dont shoot someone, or myself.
And here's to Saturday, the day i hate the most.
Fuck you saturday, fuck you straight to hell.
I woke up with way too little sleep, and 100 some dollars has mysteriously made itself dissapear from my bank account.
I think the bank's up to some fishey shit, but what do i know?
Yeah, so i get to work, it's busy. It sucks, and i hate it.
I did however nail Jonathan in the face with a glove filled with Shaving cream, which definitly made my day.
Yeah, so the day goes on, and at about 8 or maybe a little before, Chris my manager decides he's feeling way too sick to work.
So he heads home.
This leaves Jonathan and I to close the store.
Nothing too bad, i mean i'm sure as hell not good at closing as a manager.
That'd be one hell of an overstatement.
But yeah, at about 8:45 as we're starting to close, a girl comes up to order.
I'm pissed because i just want to shut everything down and close already, but i take her order anyways...
little did i know this was just the rain drop before the hurricane.
After her, she was followed by about 20 some odd people.
An entire track team had targeted Charley's as their place to make suck.
And boy fuckin' howdy did they.
They all decide to order the Large Sandwitch combo.
That's a drink, frys and a large fuckin' sammitch.
That is bad enough as is, just dropping 20 people on a place that's staffed with 2 people, but worse still is they did it 15 minutes before we'd closed.
Most of the shit was put up, filled and ready to be put away.
So it takes us 30 minutes to get this order done and gone.
By the end of this i was just extremely pissed off.
I put my fist through a box of fries just to relieve some stress, and i'll be damned it helped.
Luckily Erin and Chris were there to help keep me sain.
But yeah to make things worse, as i'm trying to get everything organized to close, the hose breaks, spraying not just water, but really fucking hot water everywhere.
So i get soaked, and even more irritated.
Finally i just tell Jonathan he can go home, and that i'll sort out the rest of the shit tomorrow.
So i go to do the closing reports and such, and i get all kinds of confused.
I don't know enough to be left on my own doing that stuff just yet, so it took forever, and i'm not even 100% sure it's right at all.
But here's hoping.
Yeah, so that was my extremely pissed off night in a nutshell.
but to ice my own cupcake, it's 3:27 (i'm accounting for the time change, which i didn't when thinking i'd have time to go in early.)
So, i've got about 4 hours of sleep to look forward to, then i'm going to Charley's to clean, and stock everything i didn't get done tonight.
Here's hoping i dont shoot someone, or myself.
And here's to Saturday, the day i hate the most.
Fuck you saturday, fuck you straight to hell.