Supermoons, bitches, and wheelchairs

montrealWow.  What a month.  First of all, Bulldog quit.  Bulldog was the guy who replaced Hamster about a month and a half ago.  I can’t say I was too surprised to find out that he had found a better job and was moving on.  I also can’t blame him.  Hopefully I’ll be following him out soon.  Secondly, Bossman hired another guy who quit the day before he was scheduled to start.  Lastly, I found out this week that yet another new hire turned in his notice.  He started on Monday.  Bossman is not having the best of luck when it comes to keeping employees.  Sadly to say, for him at least, I will be leaving soon too.

I had a second interview with that company, but still haven’t heard anything.  I’m still checking out other job leads in the mean time.  Also, I thought I had found a cheaper apartment, which would have allowed me to move sooner, but that fell through.  It’s ok though, because that first apartment is still available. 🙂  Now if I can just save enough cash for the rent & deposit I should be ready to move.

Speaking of saving cash…my sister told me Monday that she’s moving next week.  The Preacher is coming down to help her move.  All I can say is thank God!  She’s been driving me crazy.  The house is a disaster area, her dogs brought fleas into the house (and they only seem to bite me and Little Bubba, not my sister), and between paying the power and water bills by myself I haven’t had any money left over to save for my move.

I got a call yesterday about another job prospect.  I’ve got an interview on Monday.  Maybe I’ll actually get this one.  In the mean time I’m taking advantage of having a week of paid vacation.  I scheduled it over a month ago in the hopes that Teacher and I would get to go somewhere.  It turns out that he’s playing a gig at a resort in Florida for the 4th and I get to tag along!  Yay!!!  Beach, pool, cocktails, music, and my man!  Perfect!

I’m at work now, but I’m all packed, my suitcase is in the stockroom, and I can’t wait for Teacher to get her and take me away from this God-awful place.  Yesterday was pure hell.

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“This job would be great if it wasn’t for the fucking customers.”

Randal Graves – Clerks

There’s this one old lady who came in last Saturday and bought a phone.  She called ahead of time and asked if I could help get her wheelchair out of her car when she arrived.  I said yes, not fully knowing what I was getting myself into.  I am almost always the only one working on Saturdays, so I don’t get a lunch and I certainly can’t leave the store if customers are in it.  Anyway, this old lady pulls up and honks, loudly, several times.  Already I was annoyed.

walmartshotrnnnnn_thumbOnce the store was empty I went out to help her.  First of all, who knew that a wheel chair could weigh so damn much.  It was all I could do just to get it out of the trunk of her car without ending up needing one myself.  Secondly, this old woman didn’t really need it.  She had a walker in the front seat, but was too lazy to use it.  I don’t say that to be mean.  I just say it because some people are really truly just too damn lazy to even walk around.  Why do you think Wal-Mart has those motorized shopping carts.

So once I got it out and then got her into the wheelchair I had to push her up the ramp and into the store.  The whole ordeal from start to finish took about 45 minutes.  She got her phone and left.

A few days later, she calls the store and tells Bossman that the answering machine on the phone doesn’t work.  Evidently, the voice mail from her phone provider was picking up before the answering machine could.  He tried to explain this to her and tell her what she needed to do.

A few more days went by and she calls back.  She wants to return the phone.  Bossman told me that if she comes by while he’s gone, don’t take it back.  The phone works so it’s not technically our problem.  Ok, bossman.  Whatever.

Friday afternoon she pulls up outside.  I had a half-dozen customers and was running around like crazy.  I couldn’t go out and help her this time.  Actually I didn’t even know she was outside until another customer came and told me that some old lady was outside and wanted me to come help her in.  OMG.  Really?!  I didn’t have time for that.

I guess she got tired of waiting because she finally just called me.  I still had customers in the store so I told her I couldn’t go outside.  She was getting bitchy, but I tried to stand my ground.  I finally told her that once the store was empty I’d come out to her car, and I did just that.  After much deliberation and consideration, I finally had to just tell her that if I took the phone back I’d be fired, and she relented.  Yes, I pushed it off on my boss.  He can deal with her on Monday.

bdaymeLater that day, though, she called back and said that she was able to get the voice mail through her phone company turned off and she told me to have a “blessed day.”  Well, ain’t that somethin’.

So, let’s see…now I’ve got an hour and a half to go before my man comes to my rescue, then we’re off to have a wonderful week together.  In the meantime, I manage to completely avoid my sister’s moving, my parents visit, and any other unpleasantness that comes with all that.  Oh, and next Wednesday is my birthday! 🙂

Happy humping, safe travels & happy fucking birthday to me!

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5 thoughts on “Supermoons, bitches, and wheelchairs

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