fuck dimes
So... it's 4 o'clock in the morning. I just got off work and hour ago... and will be back at work at 9 o'clock tonight. So basically, i'm just never gonna sleep... ever again.
OH yeah, back to my title. FUCK DIMES. and fuck whoever thought it was hilarious to rip open all of the coins in every register in the store. So i get volunteered to count all the drawers down and close the store tonight (because i'm the manager's bitch apparently) and i'm counting the money as usual when i discover that some rotten soul has decided to be a dick and open all of the coins. There were 96 dimes 74 quarters 52 nickels and 88 pennies in the first drawer. OUTRAGEOUS! there are only suppose to be like 40 max of any coin in the drawers... and all 8 drawers were like that...way overloaded with change. So trying my best to count these fucking coins...but it's 2 o'clock in the morning and i'm tired and getting sick...and my dumbass associates keep fucking asking me retarded questions.... so of course i keep miscounting the coins. I think i had to have counted register 4 at least six times.
if you can't tell... i was pissed.
Especially due to the fact that i was suppose to be setting the floor set... since it's my job... but instead i just end up doing the shitty tasks that the other managers don't want to do all night.
... and all i had to eat was shitty AMPM burritos.
grrr
OH yeah, back to my title. FUCK DIMES. and fuck whoever thought it was hilarious to rip open all of the coins in every register in the store. So i get volunteered to count all the drawers down and close the store tonight (because i'm the manager's bitch apparently) and i'm counting the money as usual when i discover that some rotten soul has decided to be a dick and open all of the coins. There were 96 dimes 74 quarters 52 nickels and 88 pennies in the first drawer. OUTRAGEOUS! there are only suppose to be like 40 max of any coin in the drawers... and all 8 drawers were like that...way overloaded with change. So trying my best to count these fucking coins...but it's 2 o'clock in the morning and i'm tired and getting sick...and my dumbass associates keep fucking asking me retarded questions.... so of course i keep miscounting the coins. I think i had to have counted register 4 at least six times.
if you can't tell... i was pissed.
Especially due to the fact that i was suppose to be setting the floor set... since it's my job... but instead i just end up doing the shitty tasks that the other managers don't want to do all night.
... and all i had to eat was shitty AMPM burritos.
grrr