triple crown

[dragonlady7]

Today was yet another Saturday On Crack at work.
They scheduled the one employee who has no badge to work in the one location where you cannot get by without one.
Ha. So they pulled me from my very lucrative cocktailing shift at Landmark and stuck me into Torture Bar. Where I had no customers for two hours. (By some odd chance I'd happened to bring the Newton: I sat at the bar for an hour and wrote more about tortured and traumatized elves, and a quite interesting OFC introduced herself and made me aware of some of the story's chronology issues. Fascinating. Then I polished the beer taps again.)
I decided that this was bullshit, this no customers nonsense (and also that I would have to close Torture Bar, which is, as the name implies, torture), and so I pulled the unit manager aside and said "listen babe, there's someone coming in at four that I'm senior to, and I'm pulling rank and getting the hell out of Torture Bar. Let her come in here and close it."
OK, was the response, and so I went for the Triple Crown: Punching in on a register in all three units in a single shift. Yes. At the end of the night filling out my paperwork was supremely amusing, because I got to circle every single unit designation. It'll be a goddamn nightmare for them, figuring out the damn liquor adjustments, because I poured on no less than five bergs. HA. Serves the fuckers right for their inability to master basic concepts of logic. Also, for people interested in reducing the amount of overtime they have to pay... serves them right to have to give me an hour and a half of it tonight. Fuckas! My goddamn feet hurt and it's 8:30!

So, I wandered around the airport a lot, and in the end made about 3/4 what I used to make on a Saturday. God I miss the days when they used to leave me alone.

Anyhow. Tomorrow I am substituting for Tammy-not-her-real-name, who is substituting for Beth-is-her-real-name, who needs the day off because her 14-year-old daughter's best friend died. Yeah. So. Tammy-nhrm made a diagram to explain to Management what we were doing with the shifts, because it was really complicated and she was worried they wouldn't understand it. "See, Beth gets my day off-- see there's a picture of me having a day off-- and then I take your shift-- see there's a picture of you, I gave you glasses-- and then you take Beth's shift-- see there's a picture of Beth with her glasses and see she's really short cuz Beth is short..."
And I felt kinda like I was, like, in one of claudi007's Elladan Show stories. I mean really. Surrounded by idio-- I'm not finishing that sentence. Anyhow. So I'm going in early tomorrow for a scheduled nine-hour shift. That's crazy. But whatever. Maybe I'll make me some money.

And now, for this post's heartbreaking finale to end all the banality:
I have a powerful hunger for brownies.
I have, in my possession, ALL of the necessary ingredients to make brownies, including an improbable number of eggs and some cocoa.
I am TOO TIRED and my feet hurt too much to make them.
Dave is not interested in learning how to make brownies.

I WEEP with frustrated desire. But my feet hurt like a mofo, I'm telling you, and given that I've got another day of the same lined up for tomorrow, I am not going to go stand over the stove. It would be unwise.

I deserve to be down to like 120 pounds by now what with all the self-sacrifice. But no. Bastages. There is no justice in the world. I'm going to go back to that delayed Elfsmut from this morning. Glorfindel's nearly got Ecthelion's bathrobe off. Perhaps there is justice in the world.

Comments

[elvses.livejournal.com]

And I felt kinda like I was, like, in one of claudi007's Elladan Show stories.

Yeah, that's what my life is like all the time. Those stories are predominantly thinly-veiled nonfiction. I sympathise.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Heh. I figured they were too ridiculous to be entirely fiction.