This is not good for my rage.
You know what a great way to start the day night is? Coming into work to find your friend and co-worker about to rip her own scalp off because someone else fucked up her till and she wound up four hundred dollars short. Bit of a problem. Then you notice the high-pitched, incessant beep coming from somewhere near the second till. It's the receipt printer, and it won't SHUT UP. And it's not like a "beep beep beep" sort of noise. More of a "this is only a test" sort of a noise. And lucky me got to put up with it for eight hours. Then I found out that the intercom out at the diesel pumps wasn't working. So all night long I had to contend with irate truckers clodhopping up to the counter and asking me why the FUCK the pump isn't being turned on. I can't see anything through the glare on the windows. I don't know who's out there. Hence the purpose of the intercom. But even with signs outside that say "HEY ASSHOLES, THE INTERCOM'S BROKEN!" (or something to that effect), they still feel the need to come inside and bitch at me as though it's some kind of a joke. Yeeha.
We have a new manager as well. Control-freak type. She's been pretty much trying to convert the truckstop into her old store's long-lost twin, and upending everything we know in the process. She keeps trying to do things the way they were done at her old store, but her old store didn't get as much business as we do and, major bullet point, was not a truckstop. Things are fucking different. Get with the program. I'm not saying change is bad, just that bitching at the employees for doing things the way they've been done (and worked best) for the past however many years before you showed up, and trying to make a truckstop rather untruckstoppy is not a good way to endear yourself to the team OR to the usual round of regulars. Not a day goes by that someone doesn't gripe to me about the way the place is being run now. And I don't blame them.
I came home from work with that damned receipt printer still ringing in my head and just before I pulled the car into my usual spot in front of the house, the disgusting pig boyfriend of the neighbor across the street parked his motorcycle in it. He got off the thing and just looked at me like "And what are you going to do?" while chomping on his cigar like a fucking cow. So I got out of my car and said, "Hey, next time you park, park on your girlfriend's side of the street." He said all snide, "What, do you live here or something?" So I said, "THAT'S RIGHT, SHITHEAD." I just kind of blurted it out, but I wouldn't have said it if he wasn't. A shithead. I saw him pull up just now. In front of his girlfriend's house. Ha.
Guys, my forehead is huge. Seriously, it's like an inch...um...tall? It's like a fucking runway ramp. I say this because I'm letting my hair grow out again and my bangs are at that stage where they perfectly frame said hugeness of my forehead. Suck.
I went Mother's Day shopping yesterday and bought my mom one of Rachael Ray's 30-Minute Meals books. (She already has Alton Brown's books, I made sure of that.) She's been saying that she wants the 365: No Repeats book for a while now, so that's the one I got. I also went to the mall 'cause I can't go to Olympia without going to the stupid mall, and I found a "Rocko's Modern Life" shirt that I immediately decided I couldn't possibly live without. I also bought a Nightmare on Elm Street shirt. I need more money. And a better way to make it.
I feel better now. Less aggravated, but more not-wanting-to-sit-here-anymore. Which is handy, seeing as I've run out of things to say. Therefore I'm going to go get coffee and watch movies. End.
We have a new manager as well. Control-freak type. She's been pretty much trying to convert the truckstop into her old store's long-lost twin, and upending everything we know in the process. She keeps trying to do things the way they were done at her old store, but her old store didn't get as much business as we do and, major bullet point, was not a truckstop. Things are fucking different. Get with the program. I'm not saying change is bad, just that bitching at the employees for doing things the way they've been done (and worked best) for the past however many years before you showed up, and trying to make a truckstop rather untruckstoppy is not a good way to endear yourself to the team OR to the usual round of regulars. Not a day goes by that someone doesn't gripe to me about the way the place is being run now. And I don't blame them.
I came home from work with that damned receipt printer still ringing in my head and just before I pulled the car into my usual spot in front of the house, the disgusting pig boyfriend of the neighbor across the street parked his motorcycle in it. He got off the thing and just looked at me like "And what are you going to do?" while chomping on his cigar like a fucking cow. So I got out of my car and said, "Hey, next time you park, park on your girlfriend's side of the street." He said all snide, "What, do you live here or something?" So I said, "THAT'S RIGHT, SHITHEAD." I just kind of blurted it out, but I wouldn't have said it if he wasn't. A shithead. I saw him pull up just now. In front of his girlfriend's house. Ha.
Guys, my forehead is huge. Seriously, it's like an inch...um...tall? It's like a fucking runway ramp. I say this because I'm letting my hair grow out again and my bangs are at that stage where they perfectly frame said hugeness of my forehead. Suck.
I went Mother's Day shopping yesterday and bought my mom one of Rachael Ray's 30-Minute Meals books. (She already has Alton Brown's books, I made sure of that.) She's been saying that she wants the 365: No Repeats book for a while now, so that's the one I got. I also went to the mall 'cause I can't go to Olympia without going to the stupid mall, and I found a "Rocko's Modern Life" shirt that I immediately decided I couldn't possibly live without. I also bought a Nightmare on Elm Street shirt. I need more money. And a better way to make it.
I feel better now. Less aggravated, but more not-wanting-to-sit-here-anymore. Which is handy, seeing as I've run out of things to say. Therefore I'm going to go get coffee and watch movies. End.