IT CAN BE HUGS TIEM NAO PLZ? PLZ?
OH.
MY.
GOD...
What a day.
SO:
-I slept in this morning (after accidentally staying up WAY too late trying to solve this f*cking Rubik's cube - 7^2$0&1GAAAH!), and was 10 minutes late for work.
-Heard all about how my coworker, T. (who is the Boss Lady's ex-best friend, who has been working for the Boss Lady for at LEAST 6 years, and who is going absolutely fucking MENTAL) was having a complete bawling melt-down this morning over a blow-out the two of us had yesterday. Whatever.
Tomorrow is her last day before she goes on "stress leave" - we seriously doubt she'll be back - and I can't wait to see the back of her. Two and a half YEARS I've been dealing with this whackjob! (I'm thinking it's early Alzheimer's, unfortunately. On top of the fact that she's just naturally a whackjob.)
-Boss Lady's daughter D., developed strange "pains" in her sides mid-way through lunch. That was actually fairly predictable - today was bound to be a slower day, she was scheduled to handle rail alone tonight (which she hates), and she knew someone was getting off early who could take her shift instead. The only question was WHEN she would develop some illness, not IF.
Of course, said cramps/pains were in the right spot to possibly be her kidneys (which have been infected before), so Boss Lady took her to a clinic. (Said boss was apparently very miffed to find out that the diagnosis was "muscle cramps...put some heat on it," and told her to walk home. LOL.)
-New-ish person came in to help instead...I had to juggle all her questions about the locations of buttons on the till and so on while also doing rail alone. (Of course I took D.'s former position tonight, because I'm the only one who's got any serious experience on the rail.)
-It was very steady for a Thursday, with bigger orders - all of them picky, I swear.
-We fell behind on cleaning...and while trying to catch up, I had part of the rail hose (specifically, the button that turns it on...kinda crucial) pop off, skitter across the counter, and plop into the GARBAGE CAN, where it promptly fell straight to the bottom and had to be fished out. And since this is the garbage can used almost exclusively by the rail to toss out icky food, mis-made orders, etc... Well... Not pleasant.
-Just as I was starting to catch up at the end of the night, we ended up with last-minute customers who ordered $64 worth of food between them. (And if you work in a mall food court...that's quite a lot of food to make in the last 15 minutes on a Thursday night.) So much for the cleaning.
-Sent the other staff home at 9:30 when the tills were rung out and counted. (The mall closes at 9; we aim to be out of the store by 9:15, usually, and 9:30 at the latest.)
-Today is one of the two days of the week that we get our order in, so the fridges and freezers were pretty full. In fact, they were BOOBYTRAPPED.
All I needed were two cans of guacamole for the rail gauc gun (we need to pull them out of the freezer at night to defrost) and 2 packages of kid's burrito tortillas (ditto). While retrieving the guac I had a container of frozen chopped chorizo sausage LEAP from the freezer and smash my fingers as I tried to catch it, while a package of frozen corn shells landed on my head. Then when I went to get mini shells from the OTHER freezer, I discovered that ALL THE BAGS OF CHICKEN and about four more packages of frozen corn shells had been placed on top of them.
-I got three - not one, not two, but THREE - paint splinters (PAINT splinters? I didn't know you could get those) from the mop handle while mopping my way out the door.
-Discovered when I went to leave a huge pile of cardboard boxes in the hall. I vaguely remembered my guy in the back telling me that T. said to leave it for tomorrow...but since those things would normally go out with the garbage, and since there's no good reason to leave them in the hall (janitors HATE that) and since T is effin' crazy... I decided to pull them (awkwardly, and with great struggle) into the store. Just in case.
-Finally left about 10:30.
-There was a hockey game tonight and I just caught people leaving the stadium by train. Meaning I sat there freezing waiting for a train that even had room on it for another person. Normally when there's a hockey game, Calgary Transit runs more trains. But NOT TONIGHT, apparently.
-Someone (I suspect my cow of a sister) DUG through the entire freezer to eat the rest of the chicken cordon swiss I had carefully put aside for my dinner tonight. And if anyone COMPLAINS I was using the microwave to heat up Mom's abandoned Jenny Cardboard food when they ATE the one thing I could have heated in the oven, SOMEONE IS GETTING KNOCKED DOWN.
I seriously want to curl up and die. Or cry. Or something.
THANK GOD I don't start until 2pm tomorrow.
MY.
GOD...
What a day.
SO:
-I slept in this morning (after accidentally staying up WAY too late trying to solve this f*cking Rubik's cube - 7^2$0&1GAAAH!), and was 10 minutes late for work.
-Heard all about how my coworker, T. (who is the Boss Lady's ex-best friend, who has been working for the Boss Lady for at LEAST 6 years, and who is going absolutely fucking MENTAL) was having a complete bawling melt-down this morning over a blow-out the two of us had yesterday. Whatever.
Tomorrow is her last day before she goes on "stress leave" - we seriously doubt she'll be back - and I can't wait to see the back of her. Two and a half YEARS I've been dealing with this whackjob! (I'm thinking it's early Alzheimer's, unfortunately. On top of the fact that she's just naturally a whackjob.)
-Boss Lady's daughter D., developed strange "pains" in her sides mid-way through lunch. That was actually fairly predictable - today was bound to be a slower day, she was scheduled to handle rail alone tonight (which she hates), and she knew someone was getting off early who could take her shift instead. The only question was WHEN she would develop some illness, not IF.
Of course, said cramps/pains were in the right spot to possibly be her kidneys (which have been infected before), so Boss Lady took her to a clinic. (Said boss was apparently very miffed to find out that the diagnosis was "muscle cramps...put some heat on it," and told her to walk home. LOL.)
-New-ish person came in to help instead...I had to juggle all her questions about the locations of buttons on the till and so on while also doing rail alone. (Of course I took D.'s former position tonight, because I'm the only one who's got any serious experience on the rail.)
-It was very steady for a Thursday, with bigger orders - all of them picky, I swear.
-We fell behind on cleaning...and while trying to catch up, I had part of the rail hose (specifically, the button that turns it on...kinda crucial) pop off, skitter across the counter, and plop into the GARBAGE CAN, where it promptly fell straight to the bottom and had to be fished out. And since this is the garbage can used almost exclusively by the rail to toss out icky food, mis-made orders, etc... Well... Not pleasant.
-Just as I was starting to catch up at the end of the night, we ended up with last-minute customers who ordered $64 worth of food between them. (And if you work in a mall food court...that's quite a lot of food to make in the last 15 minutes on a Thursday night.) So much for the cleaning.
-Sent the other staff home at 9:30 when the tills were rung out and counted. (The mall closes at 9; we aim to be out of the store by 9:15, usually, and 9:30 at the latest.)
-Today is one of the two days of the week that we get our order in, so the fridges and freezers were pretty full. In fact, they were BOOBYTRAPPED.
All I needed were two cans of guacamole for the rail gauc gun (we need to pull them out of the freezer at night to defrost) and 2 packages of kid's burrito tortillas (ditto). While retrieving the guac I had a container of frozen chopped chorizo sausage LEAP from the freezer and smash my fingers as I tried to catch it, while a package of frozen corn shells landed on my head. Then when I went to get mini shells from the OTHER freezer, I discovered that ALL THE BAGS OF CHICKEN and about four more packages of frozen corn shells had been placed on top of them.
-I got three - not one, not two, but THREE - paint splinters (PAINT splinters? I didn't know you could get those) from the mop handle while mopping my way out the door.
-Discovered when I went to leave a huge pile of cardboard boxes in the hall. I vaguely remembered my guy in the back telling me that T. said to leave it for tomorrow...but since those things would normally go out with the garbage, and since there's no good reason to leave them in the hall (janitors HATE that) and since T is effin' crazy... I decided to pull them (awkwardly, and with great struggle) into the store. Just in case.
-Finally left about 10:30.
-There was a hockey game tonight and I just caught people leaving the stadium by train. Meaning I sat there freezing waiting for a train that even had room on it for another person. Normally when there's a hockey game, Calgary Transit runs more trains. But NOT TONIGHT, apparently.
-Someone (I suspect my cow of a sister) DUG through the entire freezer to eat the rest of the chicken cordon swiss I had carefully put aside for my dinner tonight. And if anyone COMPLAINS I was using the microwave to heat up Mom's abandoned Jenny Cardboard food when they ATE the one thing I could have heated in the oven, SOMEONE IS GETTING KNOCKED DOWN.
I seriously want to curl up and die. Or cry. Or something.
THANK GOD I don't start until 2pm tomorrow.