A dog bought gas
So I'm checking out a customer, as in, taking their money in exchange for goods and services, not being all "Look at the tits on her", and a dog walks in the door. Cute dog, a little scruffy, golden retriever mix sorta dog. He walks around the counter and opens his mouth dropping twenty dollars at my feet. I take it, cash out 18 dollars worth of gas waiting to be paid, put the two dollars change in the dogs mouth and off he went. he was driving a later model black camaro. weird, right?
So I just got off work, basically seventeen hours straight considering I closed then opened then closed. And I really dig my job, my first days paperwork only came up 15 short and we already knew I had a 13 dollar error. Todays came up 22 short but I forgot to write down a drop before I dropped it for a little more than 20, so I think I'm set for today too. I think I love my job, I got all my work done, read 200 pages of a stephen king novel, read much ado about nothing, and read the last half of the prime of miss jean brodie. Even with all that reading I was still bored for like two hours with nothing to do. I thought I had overestimated how slow it was going to be by bringing three books. Shit, at this rate I'll be all learned by the end of the year.
Now why I'm pissed, besides the dull pain thats been in my right shoulder blade since thursday. I go to sleep last night at 3, because I have to be up again at about 730 to open the store at nine. I figure that will give me time to shit, shower, shave, and go have breakfast over at Jim and Milts. So I go into the bathroom and the sink and toilet areas are puked upon. Kris apparantly got drunk last night and couldn't handle it. SO I'm cool with it, I don't touch the sink or toilet because it's filthy, I take a quick shower and get the hell out of there, I figure he'll clean it up. I have my breakfast and go to work for 11 hours. Then I come home and it's still there. Kris left for gainesville at some point today. Now a rational person might say "But Stan, perhaps he forgot he puked and didn't hit the bathroom today." Well, when I woke this morning his keys and wallet were on the bath mat, they're gone now. And who pukes and doesn't feel driven to brush their teeth the next day. SO needless to say I'm fucking pissed off. I shouldn't have to deal with this. I shouldn't have to avoid using my bathroom. Anyways, I guess thats it. Bad note to end on I know, but I can't help it. I hate vomit.
Oh, and another thing, I've decided to fall in love by Tuesday or else. I really don't know how I'm going to charge myself with an "or else", but needless to say falling in love is on my list of things to do. I hope it works out.
So I just got off work, basically seventeen hours straight considering I closed then opened then closed. And I really dig my job, my first days paperwork only came up 15 short and we already knew I had a 13 dollar error. Todays came up 22 short but I forgot to write down a drop before I dropped it for a little more than 20, so I think I'm set for today too. I think I love my job, I got all my work done, read 200 pages of a stephen king novel, read much ado about nothing, and read the last half of the prime of miss jean brodie. Even with all that reading I was still bored for like two hours with nothing to do. I thought I had overestimated how slow it was going to be by bringing three books. Shit, at this rate I'll be all learned by the end of the year.
Now why I'm pissed, besides the dull pain thats been in my right shoulder blade since thursday. I go to sleep last night at 3, because I have to be up again at about 730 to open the store at nine. I figure that will give me time to shit, shower, shave, and go have breakfast over at Jim and Milts. So I go into the bathroom and the sink and toilet areas are puked upon. Kris apparantly got drunk last night and couldn't handle it. SO I'm cool with it, I don't touch the sink or toilet because it's filthy, I take a quick shower and get the hell out of there, I figure he'll clean it up. I have my breakfast and go to work for 11 hours. Then I come home and it's still there. Kris left for gainesville at some point today. Now a rational person might say "But Stan, perhaps he forgot he puked and didn't hit the bathroom today." Well, when I woke this morning his keys and wallet were on the bath mat, they're gone now. And who pukes and doesn't feel driven to brush their teeth the next day. SO needless to say I'm fucking pissed off. I shouldn't have to deal with this. I shouldn't have to avoid using my bathroom. Anyways, I guess thats it. Bad note to end on I know, but I can't help it. I hate vomit.
Oh, and another thing, I've decided to fall in love by Tuesday or else. I really don't know how I'm going to charge myself with an "or else", but needless to say falling in love is on my list of things to do. I hope it works out.