Stressed
Man, I am so stressed right now I feel like smoking a Newport,
but I won't. Tonight was just aweful. First of all there were a ton
of windows on swing and grave so we got hit from the get go. I
wasn't feeling too swamped though, even though I was by myself for
an hour. Tom came in at twelve and we were ok till it was time to do
the deposit. I noticed that something just wasn't adding up with the
non gaming checks and I found out that one was missing. Bob came in
and helped us look for it. Boy did he smell good! Whatever cologne
he had on was the bomb. Anyway, Thomas ended up finding it and then
I did my deposit.
Mrs. Jackie gets on my forkin' nerves anymore. She just always
seems to be saying something smart or looking at me funny or teasing
me or something. She got all stank because I forgot to give her two
of the turn in sheets to check the deposit with. I finally
said "What is your problem with me tonight?" She said it wasn't me
it was that she was tired of doing all the work while other folks
**ahem, Bob and Orazio** stood around and profiled. Whatever. Not my
problem.
I was a little offended later on 'cause everyone stands around
Carolyn's bank and chats. Do I stink or something? Am I diseased? Am
I that ugly? Damn, they could stop by the ole MB and say hi at
least. Hell. Anyway I went on break at 4 and all hell broke loose
when I got back. Windows coming from everywhere, paperwork
everywhere, unclipped/strapped money all over the place, people
rushing us, heads up asses, neither of us knowing what the heck was
going on. I calmed myself down and tried to get things together but
I was feeling the crunch as 8AM got closer and closer. Then Mrs.
Jackie pissed me off. She could see that I was struggling and having
trouble getting my stuff together and what did she do? She made
another smart arsed comment, sat on a stool, and laughed behind my
back. A real nice attitude for a Supervisor to have. I was no more
good after that. Damn her and her white patten leather shoes! Who
the hell wears white shoes anyway? Especially that style (elf like).
Anyway, I was getting ready to cry from frustration and anger.
Orazio came in and asked me what was wrong and he was almost the
first person there to see me cry....but I fought it.
So we ended up being $70,000 short when all was said and done.
First LaShana came in to check our stuff then all of a sudden there
were like 4 Supervisors plus Carolyn helping. Carolyn and Orazio
found the problems, which I think were actually Thomas' mistakes.
That at least made me feel a little better that I wasn't a total and
complete screw up and that someone else did something wrong this
time. Still I'm stressed though. That bank is going to be the death
of me.
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but I won't. Tonight was just aweful. First of all there were a ton
of windows on swing and grave so we got hit from the get go. I
wasn't feeling too swamped though, even though I was by myself for
an hour. Tom came in at twelve and we were ok till it was time to do
the deposit. I noticed that something just wasn't adding up with the
non gaming checks and I found out that one was missing. Bob came in
and helped us look for it. Boy did he smell good! Whatever cologne
he had on was the bomb. Anyway, Thomas ended up finding it and then
I did my deposit.
Mrs. Jackie gets on my forkin' nerves anymore. She just always
seems to be saying something smart or looking at me funny or teasing
me or something. She got all stank because I forgot to give her two
of the turn in sheets to check the deposit with. I finally
said "What is your problem with me tonight?" She said it wasn't me
it was that she was tired of doing all the work while other folks
**ahem, Bob and Orazio** stood around and profiled. Whatever. Not my
problem.
I was a little offended later on 'cause everyone stands around
Carolyn's bank and chats. Do I stink or something? Am I diseased? Am
I that ugly? Damn, they could stop by the ole MB and say hi at
least. Hell. Anyway I went on break at 4 and all hell broke loose
when I got back. Windows coming from everywhere, paperwork
everywhere, unclipped/strapped money all over the place, people
rushing us, heads up asses, neither of us knowing what the heck was
going on. I calmed myself down and tried to get things together but
I was feeling the crunch as 8AM got closer and closer. Then Mrs.
Jackie pissed me off. She could see that I was struggling and having
trouble getting my stuff together and what did she do? She made
another smart arsed comment, sat on a stool, and laughed behind my
back. A real nice attitude for a Supervisor to have. I was no more
good after that. Damn her and her white patten leather shoes! Who
the hell wears white shoes anyway? Especially that style (elf like).
Anyway, I was getting ready to cry from frustration and anger.
Orazio came in and asked me what was wrong and he was almost the
first person there to see me cry....but I fought it.
So we ended up being $70,000 short when all was said and done.
First LaShana came in to check our stuff then all of a sudden there
were like 4 Supervisors plus Carolyn helping. Carolyn and Orazio
found the problems, which I think were actually Thomas' mistakes.
That at least made me feel a little better that I wasn't a total and
complete screw up and that someone else did something wrong this
time. Still I'm stressed though. That bank is going to be the death
of me.
http://www.tasberrydiary.com