work ain’t so bad… so far
The Sunday before last (the 15th) I was trained for “day crew” at JoAnn Fabrics. That’s where my over night work was, I think I failed to mention that before. Anyways, after that day I almost chickened out completely. But I came the following friday and saturday and it really wasn’t that bad. I’ve just been doing register and I’m good with that. I’ll be happy if I never have to do cutting counter, but that’s unlikely. So yea, I finally have a job under my belt. Yes, I’m 23 and this is my first job! How fucking pathetic is that? I’ve been very lucky to have family that has put up with my madness for so long. I only work part time and make $.25 over minimum wage, but hey, it’s something after a whole lot of nothing.
______DRAMA
I had my first major drama last night. I ring this lady out and she hands me a 10, I give her her change. She says to me she gave me a 20 and I’m like “You did? Let me call a manager.” So I page Lorraine (Which happens to be my moms good friend and is the reason I got the overnight work then regular hours.) and I tell her what’s up and mention “We’ll if she did give me a 20 it should be in the 10 spot. I swear she handed me a 10.” She opens the draw and all is normal. The lady is like, just give me a ten so I can go. And of course Lorraine is like: “I can’t just give you money out of the drawer. I have to count the drawer to see if it’s over. If you give me your number I can call and you can pick it up if it’s over.”
And then she just erupted… (Paraphrasing here, can’t remember exactly all the BS that came out of her mouth. You’re getting the general gist here.) “Why the fuck should I be inconvenienced by HER mistake. I dont even live here, it isnt work the gas to come back for $10. This is bullshit, just give me my money so I can get the fuck out of this store.” “I’m sorry ma’am I can’t do that. I’m not allowed to pull the drawer until close.You’ll have to wait until close when I count the drawers and if it’s over then I can give you your money.” “And when is that?” “In half an hour.” (Meanwhile I’m at the other register ringing people out at this point, and honestly, happy I don’t have to talk to her though I’m getting the punches all the same.) The woman just continues to spew obscenities. All in front of her two young kids which was more upsetting to me than her chewing us out. ‘Cause we all know how they will likey end up being like when they grow up… So sad… Anyways, Lorraine had had it at this point and this lady is making a huge scene so she just pulls the drawer and goes in back to count.
While she’s gone the lady calls someone on her cell and continues to bitch and complain calling us incompetent and all that good stuff. I’m all nervous and go to straighten up the fleece wall so I can stay away from her and I’m just hoping I didn’t screw up. I wanted her to have thrown a fit and been wrong. Not that it would teach someone like that anything… but still. Either way it turned out we were going to get bitched at some more all the same, so I preferred to be right! 
And I was pretty sure I was. So after and relatively short wait (which took longer because Lorainne had to cut some peoples fabric first. There’s only two of us there, she didn’t want to make them wait.) she comes back and the lady mid bitch, stop turns to Loraine and says, very nastily of course, “Well!?”
“The drawer’s not over.”
“NO FUCKING WAY! NO FUCKING WAY! THAT IS BULLSHIT! YOU FUCKED UP!” adds some other choice sentences then stomps out of the store.
I had trouble suppressing my smile and Lorraine just kind of smirks, shrugs and goes back to the cutting counter.
I go back to the register to ring someone out and here she comes again, she sticks her head in the door and has some more words for me: “I don’t need this shit, you fucked up and I have to pay. I have 2 kids to feed! I’m calling corporate and She’s gone. She’s incompetent and can’t fucking count (points in Lorraine’s general direction).” Yadda yadda yadda, some other BS, then she leaves again. Not 5 minutes later she calls the store, chews out Lorainne some more then asks for the store managers number. A few minutes later Lorainne comes back over to make sure I was OK. If I was alone I probably would have lost it. Talk about someone with S.A.D. worst nightmare… That’s definately up there.
So that was that. I don’t know what she said to Vicky, although Lorainne did call that night to warn her some irate bitch was going to call the next morning.
Even though I know people can be that nasty, it’s still a shock to see it everytime. And it’s so much worse when there are kids around. It’s fucking insane.
______Anywho…
I have next monday and tuesday off. I’ll try to do some site shit. I don’t want to neglect my sites because I got a job. Also, thanks for the comments on the layout. I’m itching to change it and I think it’s been up long enough now! So we’ll see about that…
I think this was the longest entry I’ve ever written… wow…
