Can it get much worse...should I even be asking that?...
Yeah, yesterday was a bad day. I got to work and my quasi-new 20-year-old assistant manager couldn't open the store's safe. The safe needs to opened to put the moo-la in the registers and to put the excess moo-la in the bank. A manager or assistant needs to be in the store at all times, so we eventually got it open, but we still had to call my manager so that she could run to the bank, cuz a manager or assistant needs to do that as well, normally, the run to the bank is done before the store opens, but the safe incident caused us to open late.
Then, it was the busiest Sunday that I've ever worked. To top things off nothing was ringing up correctly, there were problems with everything. The new assistant wasn't much of a help. I was on register all day. I was working with Stacey, who completely messed up one of my sales and now I'm gonna get in trouble for it. Stacey and Allison, the new 20-year-old manager, were in the front of the store, leaving me on register and to take care of everything in the back of the store, for over 2 hours, trying to decide how to take down and put up the signs that we hang in the windows. I walked up to the front cuz we got a phone call, and they wanted to speak with the manager (Allison), and the two of them were sitting their asses on the bench outside of the store...that pissed me off.
THEN, after work I meet up with Jim cuz he ended up coming home with weekend. We planned to drive to Harrisburg together and have dinner together. Well, he wasn't ready to leave when I was. So, we went back to his place, got things together, and left a little later than we had hoped. On the drive to Harrisburg, Jim wasn't sure if he wanted to stop for dinner, but against his better judgement, he decided to stop. Keep in mind that he still needed to drive to North Carolina from Harrisburg and it was already 7PMish when we got to the restaurant. So, he's all worried about the 7-8 hour drive that he has to make...he knows that he can't stop and he's worried about getting hung up somewhere, cuz he HAD to be in NC by 6AM this morning. He was really tired and he really wanted some sleep. The original plan was for Jim to be leaving the Harrisburg area around 6-6:30ish. So, we really were running late, but it wasn't too bad. Well, by the time we finished eating it was around 8. Jim's all stressed he's got a bunch of shit on his mind. He askes me to lead him onto interstate 83 South. So I get him onto the road. I get him a quick call on his cell after I got off of 83. He said that traffic was kinda bad and that he didn't want to be on the phone, so I hung up. Not even 2 minutes later, I get a call from him on my cell. "Kendra, you've gotta turn around and get back onto 83 South, I was hit by a truck." So I turn around, find him, and his vehicle was hit by a tractor trailer. He was hit on the rear passenger side, on the wheel. So, there we were, by the time we got everthing straightened out with ther trucker it was 9PM and we still had to determine whether the car was "safe" enough to make the trip to NC. Well, Jim had to get back, and the car wasn't THAT bad that it couldn't be driven. He gave me a ring when he crossed into North Carolina at 1:30 this morning, and I didn't hear from him yet. I hope that he's getting everything straightened out.
Then, it was the busiest Sunday that I've ever worked. To top things off nothing was ringing up correctly, there were problems with everything. The new assistant wasn't much of a help. I was on register all day. I was working with Stacey, who completely messed up one of my sales and now I'm gonna get in trouble for it. Stacey and Allison, the new 20-year-old manager, were in the front of the store, leaving me on register and to take care of everything in the back of the store, for over 2 hours, trying to decide how to take down and put up the signs that we hang in the windows. I walked up to the front cuz we got a phone call, and they wanted to speak with the manager (Allison), and the two of them were sitting their asses on the bench outside of the store...that pissed me off.
THEN, after work I meet up with Jim cuz he ended up coming home with weekend. We planned to drive to Harrisburg together and have dinner together. Well, he wasn't ready to leave when I was. So, we went back to his place, got things together, and left a little later than we had hoped. On the drive to Harrisburg, Jim wasn't sure if he wanted to stop for dinner, but against his better judgement, he decided to stop. Keep in mind that he still needed to drive to North Carolina from Harrisburg and it was already 7PMish when we got to the restaurant. So, he's all worried about the 7-8 hour drive that he has to make...he knows that he can't stop and he's worried about getting hung up somewhere, cuz he HAD to be in NC by 6AM this morning. He was really tired and he really wanted some sleep. The original plan was for Jim to be leaving the Harrisburg area around 6-6:30ish. So, we really were running late, but it wasn't too bad. Well, by the time we finished eating it was around 8. Jim's all stressed he's got a bunch of shit on his mind. He askes me to lead him onto interstate 83 South. So I get him onto the road. I get him a quick call on his cell after I got off of 83. He said that traffic was kinda bad and that he didn't want to be on the phone, so I hung up. Not even 2 minutes later, I get a call from him on my cell. "Kendra, you've gotta turn around and get back onto 83 South, I was hit by a truck." So I turn around, find him, and his vehicle was hit by a tractor trailer. He was hit on the rear passenger side, on the wheel. So, there we were, by the time we got everthing straightened out with ther trucker it was 9PM and we still had to determine whether the car was "safe" enough to make the trip to NC. Well, Jim had to get back, and the car wasn't THAT bad that it couldn't be driven. He gave me a ring when he crossed into North Carolina at 1:30 this morning, and I didn't hear from him yet. I hope that he's getting everything straightened out.