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dragonlady7Well, OK, one-day weekend, but it's actually on a weekend, and Dave and I are off together... Oh the excitement!
The only really notable thing worth mentioning at work is that when I went to make my deposit, it was a bit over $20 short. Three people counted the deposit, I counted my bank thrice, and the cash office girl counted my bank. But no-- over $20 short, and though I racked my brains I could not think of an incident whereby I would have shorted my bank. (The only other time I have ever been short, I mistakenly left a roll of quarters [$10] sitting on the counter when I put my bank away, and that was easy enough to figure out when I went to make change and discovered I had no spare quarters, though I knew I had before.)
Finally the cash girl counted my deposit one last time. "Hah!" she said, and triumphantly held aloft a $20 in each hand. "Stuck together!"
Yes. Two brand-new twenties which must have been parted at one point (for me to ring them correctly; and indeed I do recall ringing $40 in stiff new bills into the bank and thinking fleetingly about parting them [it is advisable to intersperse very new bills with old ones, so they don't stick; it's a problem I'm aware of and I usually encounter it with the $1 bills of Japanese tourists who must get them straight from the Mint] but then failing to do so), but which a count by three different people had failed to separate, until my dear sweet Cash Office Girl who has only worked there like a month and has saved my ass twice now had managed to separate. "I thought that bill was a little too stiff," she said, pleased, "and it was two!"
Everyone was pleased that I didn't have to get a write-up, but a little part of me was very sad: a write-up for over $20 would have meant a one-day suspension, which for me would mean having Monday off: I am scheduled for Tues and Weds off, and it would've been a 4-day weekend. Such luxury and bliss I have not known in many a month. And I am very tired and sore.
Le sigh.
I got out slightly early even after all this incessant counting, and sped home, and changed into a nice skirt and a blouse Z noticed makes me look extra-boobilicious, and we twain skipped happily off to the local Vietnamese/Thai place for dinner. Whereafter we gallivanted to the local used record store where I purchased several used CDs of classical music and Z picked up two new CDs he's been coveting for a long time. He got paid yesterday, you see, and they paid him for the whole week even though he didn't start until Wednesday.
It's not much but it's something, which is very exciting.
I am now going to go and soak in a bubble bath for quite some time, and have some Advil, and then sleep for a long long time.
The only really notable thing worth mentioning at work is that when I went to make my deposit, it was a bit over $20 short. Three people counted the deposit, I counted my bank thrice, and the cash office girl counted my bank. But no-- over $20 short, and though I racked my brains I could not think of an incident whereby I would have shorted my bank. (The only other time I have ever been short, I mistakenly left a roll of quarters [$10] sitting on the counter when I put my bank away, and that was easy enough to figure out when I went to make change and discovered I had no spare quarters, though I knew I had before.)
Finally the cash girl counted my deposit one last time. "Hah!" she said, and triumphantly held aloft a $20 in each hand. "Stuck together!"
Yes. Two brand-new twenties which must have been parted at one point (for me to ring them correctly; and indeed I do recall ringing $40 in stiff new bills into the bank and thinking fleetingly about parting them [it is advisable to intersperse very new bills with old ones, so they don't stick; it's a problem I'm aware of and I usually encounter it with the $1 bills of Japanese tourists who must get them straight from the Mint] but then failing to do so), but which a count by three different people had failed to separate, until my dear sweet Cash Office Girl who has only worked there like a month and has saved my ass twice now had managed to separate. "I thought that bill was a little too stiff," she said, pleased, "and it was two!"
Everyone was pleased that I didn't have to get a write-up, but a little part of me was very sad: a write-up for over $20 would have meant a one-day suspension, which for me would mean having Monday off: I am scheduled for Tues and Weds off, and it would've been a 4-day weekend. Such luxury and bliss I have not known in many a month. And I am very tired and sore.
Le sigh.
I got out slightly early even after all this incessant counting, and sped home, and changed into a nice skirt and a blouse Z noticed makes me look extra-boobilicious, and we twain skipped happily off to the local Vietnamese/Thai place for dinner. Whereafter we gallivanted to the local used record store where I purchased several used CDs of classical music and Z picked up two new CDs he's been coveting for a long time. He got paid yesterday, you see, and they paid him for the whole week even though he didn't start until Wednesday.
It's not much but it's something, which is very exciting.
I am now going to go and soak in a bubble bath for quite some time, and have some Advil, and then sleep for a long long time.
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Date: 2005-07-24 05:13 pm (UTC)