where his civilizations, including our own

Last day of work just happened! It was only a half day. My boss got me a cupcake that said "Bon Voyage" (spelled correctly, sorry cakewrecks), and there was a card everybody signed. It was quite darling.

One of my minions also wrote me a personal note thanking me for being so encouraging (it's her first job, she's a baby) and helping her "understand [our boss] better" -- lol, euphemism for "telling me our boss is insane so don't worry about what she says".

The people from the store next door got me a brownie but I couldn't eat it because, chocolate, so I gave it to my boss. But it was nice of them!

And now I am one of the unemployed masses.

In other news, some of the people I play wow with ARE DUMB.


me: There are 18 days left until you have to pay for the web site hosting.

18 days: *pass*

them: The web site is down.

ORLY?

I should have known it could get worse!


Customer gives me credit card, I swipe credit card. Customer starts rummaging in purse.

Customer: "Wait, I have change."

Me: "...You just gave me a credit card. Do you want to pay cash instead?"

Customer: "No, I just want to give you the change."

Me: "......Uh."

Customer: "Can you do that?"

Me: "............Technically, yes, I could ring in a few cents of cash and the rest on a credit card. But WHY?"

Customer: "It just makes it a nice round number."

Me: ".....................But it's a credit card."

Customer: "Well never mind, you don't have to."


wat

i just

Does this make ANY sense to any of you?

Complaint: People who give excessive amounts of coins to cashiers when making a purchase, while there are other people waiting.

When this starts, it makes sense. If you're buying something that costs $4.01, it makes sense to give me $5.01 so you get a dollar instead of 99 cents back. This *reduces* the amount of time the transaction takes.

But you know, the more change you are trying to give me, and the longer you take to find it in your purse the size of Texas... It reaches a tipping point where the transaction is now taking longer than it would if you just gave me a twenty. And there are people behind you -- remember them?

Please stop taking five minutes to find eighty-seven freaking cents! While you're at it you could also stop acting like you're doing me a favor, and stop smugly bragging about how great it is to "get rid of" all your change. Maybe in your life this is some kind of major accomplishment, but neither I nor the people behind you are impressed.

If you hate change in your purse that much, give it to the homeless guy sitting outside the store, it's win-win that way!

I survived Mother's Day at work. I personally took down hundreds of unsold cards from the wall (this is a normal amount, we don't worry about not selling out because we get credit for what we don't sell), inventoried them by writing numbers down on a piece of paper, and put up hundreds of Father's Day cards in their place. Like, with my hands.

Father's Day is the last actual card holiday before I leave this job. Yay. I like my job, but I hope the next one USES A COMPUTER FOR INVENTORY. Jesus.


Also, I have gotten some people friending me on Dreamwidth and Twitter whose names I don't recognize. If I can't tell who you are, I probably won't add you back, so just tell me or something.

I may have figured out what I'm going to use Dreamwidth for, but more on that later.

A plan that sounded better yesterday than today:

"I don't want to stay late, I can just come to work early in the morning and finish this."

blaaaaaaaaaaagh

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I dreamed I was playing WoW with my BFF from middle school, who continuously and annoyingly asked me if I was sure I didn't want to play my alt, because she could switch to her DPS if I really wanted to switch and it wasn't a big deal, and she wouldn't let it go. Which is totally how she would have acted in such a situation, or at least she would have when she was 12.

In closing, it is evidently impossible to take a break from the game, because doing so causes me to perpetually dream about it. You win this round, Blizzard.

9:30 Awakened by Boss calling to say she is stuck on the freeway because an 18-wheeler is crashed across 6 lanes of traffic, and can I run to work and open the store until she gets there?

9:30-10:00 Walking to work.

10:00-10:45 Working.

10:45 Boss arrives and thanks me profusely for saving her from having to open the store late, though really, our Overlord probably would have understood, it's not like she asked to get stuck behind an auto accident, and he could have checked the news to verify it was real.

10:45-11:15 Walking home.

11:15-1:00 Writing. Procrastinating. Writing. Wishing I had started this week's fic earlier than yesterday. Procrastinating. Writing.

1:00-1:30 Going to the bookstore and finding out they don't have any of the DVDs I was considering buying.

1:30-2:00 Chinese food.

2:00-2:30 Walking to work again (at the actual time I was scheduled).

2:30-6:45 Working.

6:45-7:15 Walking home again.

And now for the shower I never took this morning.

To punish me for declaring that I like the heat and it never bothers me, Zeus saw fit to turn up the bay area's thermostat to fricassee.

It is of such a heat that when I walk around town, old men smile rakishly at me and quip "It's a warm one!" That kind of heat.

I wouldn't care except that my work has no air conditioning, but it does have huge skylights that turn the place into an EZ-bake oven starting in the early afternoon and ending... never. My minions and I have resolved to quit and work at Starbucks down the block, where it is always of a humane temperature, bless their corporate hearts.

*popsicle*

Nooooooo idea what I'm writing this week yet.

I turned off the alarm last night hoping to get massive amounts of sleep, and was instead awakened at about 7:30 by my phone ringing. I ignored it, got up to take another vicodin, and went back to sleep until 11:30. Yay.

When I checked the phone it was a missed call from Other Store Manager, so I called him back. He said he hadn't called me... but oh, his son was playing with the phone this morning, sorry sorry sorry! Aw, kids.


So here's something that didn't turn out to be nearly as interesting as it might have been. (That is a great title for an anecdote.)

( in which I get outed at work... sort of... )


In closing, one of my minions brought his school friend to work, and introduced me as "This is [pauraque] the assistant manager, he's a cool guy."


addendum: I found my social security card. :P

addendum2: and now I can't find my W2!

Context: This plus this and subsequent discussion of same

and so

I was, unrelatedly, having a shit-tastic morning, and had occasion at work to point out to a customer that she had to put her coffee down (no drinks allowed cause people spill em daily if we allow it), which caused her to walk out in a ridiculous huff

and turn at the door and say quite venomously to me, "Asshole!"

and I *cracked up* because omgwtf weird confluence of things

and my mood was much improved.

The other customer in front of me was horrified at Coffee Lady's rudeness and thought it was incredible that I was able to literally laugh it off. What can I say.

So, I guess I was marching towards my physical limit, without knowing it until I was there. This morning I got up and got dressed and then realized there was absolutely no way I could even make it to the bus stop to go to work, let alone do any work when I was there. There were strong arguments in favor of going to work at least for a little while:

1) I had left some stuff unfinished thinking I could do it today
2) I was the only one opening, and Boss would already be on her way to other store, so she probably couldn't get there and open in time
3) If she had to turn around and open our store, she would have to cancel interviews she was going to do

The spirit was willing, but the flesh was just, no. If it had been a matter of life or death to get to that store I MIGHT have been able to do it, but anything less than that, it wasn't going to happen.

I called Boss and got her voice mail, so I called Other Store Manager, which was probably better anyway because he has something she generally lacks: The ability to perceive when a situation is serious. He said he would figure something out and I hung up, and then I stayed in bed asleep or half-asleep for the rest of the day.

Boss called at some point and informed me that she was taking me off the schedule for the rest of the week, because next week she has to go to some trade show so "what happened today can't happen next week". I suspect that it wouldn't have "happened" in the first place if she had, you know, had me stay home when I was sick, rather than pushing it until I physically couldn't do it anymore.