Well, it was my weekend to work and since I had a whole eight days off I should be happy with that right? Well of course not, I’m a fucking disgruntled human remember? First thing off the bat when I walk in is the manager tells me that the night manager didn’t run the reports the right way. Well that’s a wonderful way to start off my morning since the last weekend I worked something similar happened and I had a shitload of problems. Basically the two steps that this person missed made a few reports not pull correctly and therefore they didn’t send to our corporate office. I called the helpless desk right away to let them know about it and see if they wanted to correct the problem before I did anything else on my end. They didn’t, in fact he told me to just do what I had to do today and if they don’t see those reports down there at the office he’d call back and walk me through what to do to get them. Of course about 20 minutes before I’m ready to leave he calls to let me know that they didn’t get those reports and we’d have to lock one of the registers up front (during the lunch rush) and the one in the office and I’d have to get out of my program I was doing so I could finish up and leave.
Well that’s just great since I now cannot finish my work and get out of here on time. I went out and locked the one register and the master register we have in our office, turned PC Anywhere on in our DSD office and got back on the phone and told him to do his thing. He said he would and then he would call me back when it was completed so I could get back into my program and finish my day. 30 minutes later he calls me back and tells me there is a problem with the sub-master which is our register one. For some reason it wasn’t communicating properly and he wanted me to check it out. I asked if I was supposed to actually close out the register or just lock it and he said close it out. I didn’t do that the first time so I went out there, unlocked it and shut it down and locked it again. I go back in the office and told him it was ready to try again so he did. Twenty seconds go by and he says ok, it’s done; you can finish your computer work now. Hold on jack, 20 seconds it took you to pull that info and you left me hanging for almost a half an hour. Why didn’t you call me back earlier so I could get the hell out of this place? I finally did get out of there, just 45 minutes late. On my way out the girl working produce tells me that some old fart called her and asked her what the price of strawberries was. She told him they were $4.99 a pound and he flew into a tizzy telling her that during the summer he can get a whole bucket for that price. She said well sir, it is winter and he slammed the phone down on her. Fucking customers.
I was in Wal Mart yesterday and I walked past the clothes section and they had most of their winter coats on a clearance rack for $9.00. Nine fucking dollars I got a Starter winter coat that was originally $39.98. Can’t beat that can you? Hell, I should have bought a bunch of them and resold them next winter for $20 a piece. I could have been rich. Dammit.
Of course at the moment I don’t need a winter coat because Indian Summer finally arrived. Four months late mind you but it’s here. We have been having highs in the 50’s but of course reality is once again going to rear it’s ugly head tomorrow and put us back into a world of shitty Wisconsin winter weather. Oh well, I’ll be counting down the days until spring gets here… so I can bitch about having to mow grass and how much I hate the heat and humidity.