"Hi!! Where have YOU been?" "Err...here. Making coffee.....for the past....six hours...."
So yesterday was quite eventful. Let's begin with the most lasting impressiong:
STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ON THE RADIOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
phew. Okay. That's now out of my system.
THEN. I had work from 10:30 to 7. I got there on time, and found one person, yes ONE PERSON, Stacy, doing everything. Because people, apparently, have been having trouble remembering to, oh, actually show up for work. Saturday night (prepare for a slew of names you're unfamiliar with), Matt decided to not come, leaving Jake ALL by himself for several hours. Then, yesterday morning, a guy named Nick, whom I've never actually met, didn't show up for work, leaving Stacy all by her lonesome. Gigi cam half an hour after I did, so there were three of us. But three is nowhere NEAR enough when the mad rush of charging, hungry rhinos stumble in for lunch. So they had Lizzy come. And Lizzy, bless her soul, only gets in the way. But we needed more manpower, so we eventually had her make drinks. However, it takes her about 10 minutes to make a drink, when it's supposed to take 3. She likes to stand poring over the drink guide/cheat sheet for a few minutes, taking it in as though it was her APUSH book on the morning of the exam (sorry...bad analogy...). So often, you have to drop what you're doing and do half her drink for her until the only thing that's left is blending it and pouring it back into the cup. Exasperating. Thankfully, she was only there for 4 hours, but she only worked for about 3.5 of them, as she made her 15 minute break a marathon-lengthed 30-minuter-er (a word? no, not a word? whatever.). The fact that she took a break 2 hours into her shift was, in itself, horrendously rude, as Gigi and I had been there for, oh, about 2 hours longer than she had and we were both feeling like flat-footed little flopping flounders that had washed up on the beach. But whatever. She left. Thank Buddah.
And then there were three (someone else had shown up in the meantime). But the lunch rush was now in full, ardent swing, and Aaron was supposed to be there by the time Lizzy left. He wasn't. He was an hour, yes, an HOUR late. So I took my lunch break anyway (after 5 straight, food-deprived hours of work) and, when I returned, took over register. Woo. My first customers were two friends who decided to open the transaction with an Anchorman line ("Well, hellooooo....*something else..blah blah blah*). While the other guy collapsed in fits of laughter, I stood there, bemused, wondering what the hell was going on (I've never seen Anchorman). The whole thing was then explained, and I promised to watch Anchorman, just for that. But will I? Hell no. After that, an old friend came by on his break and we had a nice, fairly short, chat. It was Mr. Steve-fellow-alphabetizer-of-the-Christianity-section. Soon afterwards, I poured burning hot coffee all over my hand. Well, that's sexy if nothing else.
So there that was. I felt the need to share, and was justified by Ann's crazy-long, but really funny entries about her job. While this was not funny, it is for me, as I was there and lived through the whole damn thing.
Enjoy your week. Or at least try.
Anyone got the precise countdown to AP exams? *ducks spears*
STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ON THE RADIOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
phew. Okay. That's now out of my system.
THEN. I had work from 10:30 to 7. I got there on time, and found one person, yes ONE PERSON, Stacy, doing everything. Because people, apparently, have been having trouble remembering to, oh, actually show up for work. Saturday night (prepare for a slew of names you're unfamiliar with), Matt decided to not come, leaving Jake ALL by himself for several hours. Then, yesterday morning, a guy named Nick, whom I've never actually met, didn't show up for work, leaving Stacy all by her lonesome. Gigi cam half an hour after I did, so there were three of us. But three is nowhere NEAR enough when the mad rush of charging, hungry rhinos stumble in for lunch. So they had Lizzy come. And Lizzy, bless her soul, only gets in the way. But we needed more manpower, so we eventually had her make drinks. However, it takes her about 10 minutes to make a drink, when it's supposed to take 3. She likes to stand poring over the drink guide/cheat sheet for a few minutes, taking it in as though it was her APUSH book on the morning of the exam (sorry...bad analogy...). So often, you have to drop what you're doing and do half her drink for her until the only thing that's left is blending it and pouring it back into the cup. Exasperating. Thankfully, she was only there for 4 hours, but she only worked for about 3.5 of them, as she made her 15 minute break a marathon-lengthed 30-minuter-er (a word? no, not a word? whatever.). The fact that she took a break 2 hours into her shift was, in itself, horrendously rude, as Gigi and I had been there for, oh, about 2 hours longer than she had and we were both feeling like flat-footed little flopping flounders that had washed up on the beach. But whatever. She left. Thank Buddah.
And then there were three (someone else had shown up in the meantime). But the lunch rush was now in full, ardent swing, and Aaron was supposed to be there by the time Lizzy left. He wasn't. He was an hour, yes, an HOUR late. So I took my lunch break anyway (after 5 straight, food-deprived hours of work) and, when I returned, took over register. Woo. My first customers were two friends who decided to open the transaction with an Anchorman line ("Well, hellooooo....*something else..blah blah blah*). While the other guy collapsed in fits of laughter, I stood there, bemused, wondering what the hell was going on (I've never seen Anchorman). The whole thing was then explained, and I promised to watch Anchorman, just for that. But will I? Hell no. After that, an old friend came by on his break and we had a nice, fairly short, chat. It was Mr. Steve-fellow-alphabetizer-of-the-Christianity-section. Soon afterwards, I poured burning hot coffee all over my hand. Well, that's sexy if nothing else.
So there that was. I felt the need to share, and was justified by Ann's crazy-long, but really funny entries about her job. While this was not funny, it is for me, as I was there and lived through the whole damn thing.
Enjoy your week. Or at least try.
Anyone got the precise countdown to AP exams? *ducks spears*