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adventures in sleeping
Nov. 18th, 2005 08:39 amSo I was chilly last night and went and got in Z's bed to sleep. All was well, and comfortable, and very snuggy, and yet, when I awoke this morning, my pyjama top was missing.
Very weird.
I eventually found it under the bed.
The world may never know what went on. I sure don't remember taking it off.
I was berated by the union steward yesterday for not having filed a grievance about the Ridiculous Situation yet, and I replied that I hadn't yet been informed of the outcome, and so wasn't aware that there was anything to grieve. So I will be investigating that today.
Yesterday was also notable because, we being short a person, I went to give the break to the bartender down at Jake's, only to find that she had no cash register. So I had to use a calculator and a notepad instead, except that they didn't give us a notepad, so I used a calculator and several grungy pieces of scrap paper, and the calculator was one somebody had had in her purse. Urgh. So when she came back from her break, she asked me if I would stay, and I figured what the hell and did so, and in the end my little bits of scrap paper had recorded over $300 in sales, which is a lot. It was a novel experience. Then I came down to Landmark to give their breaks, and discovered the place in chaos, and then oh boy! Their cash registers went down too! That was awesome.
They came back up, though, so all was well. But then they went down again, and that sucked.
By the time I went to cash out, when they printed up my cash report they were like... "Um, we have absolutely no way of knowing how much money there should be in your bank." "Great," I said, and then, because I have no imagination, I actually counted my bank and gave them everything extra in it as is the usual procedure, rather than making out like a bandit and just putting money in my pocket. That's ok, it makes my righteous indignation more pure, no?
It is Friday. I am filled with a deep longing to have tomorrow off and Do Things. But I do not. I am sad. I need to find a real job.
Very weird.
I eventually found it under the bed.
The world may never know what went on. I sure don't remember taking it off.
I was berated by the union steward yesterday for not having filed a grievance about the Ridiculous Situation yet, and I replied that I hadn't yet been informed of the outcome, and so wasn't aware that there was anything to grieve. So I will be investigating that today.
Yesterday was also notable because, we being short a person, I went to give the break to the bartender down at Jake's, only to find that she had no cash register. So I had to use a calculator and a notepad instead, except that they didn't give us a notepad, so I used a calculator and several grungy pieces of scrap paper, and the calculator was one somebody had had in her purse. Urgh. So when she came back from her break, she asked me if I would stay, and I figured what the hell and did so, and in the end my little bits of scrap paper had recorded over $300 in sales, which is a lot. It was a novel experience. Then I came down to Landmark to give their breaks, and discovered the place in chaos, and then oh boy! Their cash registers went down too! That was awesome.
They came back up, though, so all was well. But then they went down again, and that sucked.
By the time I went to cash out, when they printed up my cash report they were like... "Um, we have absolutely no way of knowing how much money there should be in your bank." "Great," I said, and then, because I have no imagination, I actually counted my bank and gave them everything extra in it as is the usual procedure, rather than making out like a bandit and just putting money in my pocket. That's ok, it makes my righteous indignation more pure, no?
It is Friday. I am filled with a deep longing to have tomorrow off and Do Things. But I do not. I am sad. I need to find a real job.
