The Craziness of a Lowly Grunt
Today was worth talking about. That totally amazes me as nothing in my life ever seems worth talking about. Today was different though. First off I slept til roughly noon when I got a jump on the day by doing a load of laundry which I had been putting off (and running out of clean anything) for quite some time. I then got to talk with some friends from tech which was sorta a nice change since it is almost always in the form of typing and this time we talked via ventrilo.
Work could have been the longest 4 hours of my life but it never got to that. The first hour I spent as usual just working aimlessly waiting for it to be over. I then took a 15 and had some Onion Dip + Ruffles (I shouldnt have because its soo bad for me but whatever.) When I got back from break my manager told me that some random guy had taken one of our carts and started walking home with it when the police stopped him. He sent me out to intercept the gentleman and bring back our cart (carts cost about $170 so it isn't like this is something totally lame). I found the guy in front of the bank where he proceeded to cuss me out for insinuating he was a thief. At that moment a cop shows up and confronts the gentleman, taking his ID and looking him up. Apparently the "thief" in question is on probation and is not even suppose to have alchohol (he has 2 paper bags full of it in the cart). The man apologizes profusely and takes the cart (with me as an escort) back to ACO cussing me out the entire way. The last hour I spent talking with my Boss about how I am potentially dyslexic and I think I finally resolved to get tested.. Which is a huge load off my back because that has been part of my depression issue (a small part but a part none the less). All-in-all I think he sort of understood why I've been having issues at work and the day was a contstructive one for the most part.
And that is what I did over my summer vacation... Err wha?
Work could have been the longest 4 hours of my life but it never got to that. The first hour I spent as usual just working aimlessly waiting for it to be over. I then took a 15 and had some Onion Dip + Ruffles (I shouldnt have because its soo bad for me but whatever.) When I got back from break my manager told me that some random guy had taken one of our carts and started walking home with it when the police stopped him. He sent me out to intercept the gentleman and bring back our cart (carts cost about $170 so it isn't like this is something totally lame). I found the guy in front of the bank where he proceeded to cuss me out for insinuating he was a thief. At that moment a cop shows up and confronts the gentleman, taking his ID and looking him up. Apparently the "thief" in question is on probation and is not even suppose to have alchohol (he has 2 paper bags full of it in the cart). The man apologizes profusely and takes the cart (with me as an escort) back to ACO cussing me out the entire way. The last hour I spent talking with my Boss about how I am potentially dyslexic and I think I finally resolved to get tested.. Which is a huge load off my back because that has been part of my depression issue (a small part but a part none the less). All-in-all I think he sort of understood why I've been having issues at work and the day was a contstructive one for the most part.
And that is what I did over my summer vacation... Err wha?