| I worked late last night, drove some co-workers home, ate supper, got to bed about 12.30.
I got up at 7, made coffee, got to work for 8. As it turns out, I wrote down my schedule wrong, I don't start until 10.30.
Back home, UFie a bit, sleep, back to work at 10.35. Oops.
Can't speak english. Customer from hell. Also can't count (I spend lots of time on cash. not good). More evil customers. Finally a nice customer. I profoundly screw up ringing him through. Have to call manager to unlock the till. Can't count. Call manager back. Easy fix, she makes fun of me. Customer super patient and understanding, makes me feel bad for wasting his time.
More ugly ignorant customers. Exciting new flyer out, we have nothing in stock. Even nice customers getting ugly.
Finally, end of shift is coming - and more bad news. Second guy supposed to close is sick, only other one closing is the new guy. I get to stay for another hour. And my left arm suddenly hurts so bad I can barely move it.
Have to stop at the pet store on the way home, lizard's getting hungry, I'm out of crickets. Pet store closed at 6. It's now 7.35. I hate the world. Lizard hates me. I want to cry. |
