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dragonlady7Too long for Twitter. Got a late start, busted my hump to get to work near on time. Big sign on the register: not enough change to make deposit, drawer shorted $10. I leave it and go set up the C41 film machine, get the QSS (print) machine started up. There’s an order to print, but it needs to come up to temp first, so I leave it. It’s 9:15 and my coworker and manager finally roll in while I’m topping off the solution in the C41. (Coworker is clutching a Tim Horton’s bag, and obviously was late because she stopped to get herself breakfast.) Coworker reads the note on the register and goes and gets the manager, like it’s some sort of crisis.
Meanwhile I go retrieve the three deposit envelopes left in the “safe” (ha ha, like we could afford a real one) in the back, and open them up, and start counting them. Coworker hovers beside me like something terrible is going to happen.
“Why are there four nickels in this deposit?” I muse idly, pulling out $16 in singles from Saturday night’s drop. She starts wittering on about how she was training the new guy and .. “And he doesn’t know how to make change, out of this whole roll of dimes sitting here? Hm.” I then set the pile of money aside and open another envelope.
“You should put the money back in the envelope so you don’t get them mixed up!” she exclaims.
“She knows what she’s doing,” the manager says, amused.
I then proceed to count out the next deposit, Friday’s, which is $200 and something. I count out $100 of it and leave it sitting atop the envelope. Coworker freaks out again but is suppressed by the manager. So I then take the $100 bill out of the deposit that’s over, and switch it with the bills from the other deposit. I then count both again to make sure they’re right. Then I take a $10 from the Friday deposit, and replace it with ten of the singles from the Saturday deposit.
“Ohmigosh,” Coworker says, “You can put the ten singles into the drawer and then it’s right!”
“I think she thought of that,” the manager comments drily.
I ignore her, put the singles into the drawer, and then I count the drawer, making sure it is correct. Meanwhile the manager’s gently poking fun at her for being so amazed by this whole process. I point out that I’m only going to make fun of her since she’s just standing there and there’s an order waiting to be printed now that the printer’s surely up to temp. I go and get my purse and keys, and put the deposits back into the envelope, and she’s still standing there shooting the shit with the manager.
As I’m leaving, I say, “There’s still an order waiting to be printed.”
“Oh,” she says, “I thought you did that."
(edited to add, as i crosspost this manually in 2018: this is the coworker that they made the manager eventually! holy shit this is hilarious.)
Meanwhile I go retrieve the three deposit envelopes left in the “safe” (ha ha, like we could afford a real one) in the back, and open them up, and start counting them. Coworker hovers beside me like something terrible is going to happen.
“Why are there four nickels in this deposit?” I muse idly, pulling out $16 in singles from Saturday night’s drop. She starts wittering on about how she was training the new guy and .. “And he doesn’t know how to make change, out of this whole roll of dimes sitting here? Hm.” I then set the pile of money aside and open another envelope.
“You should put the money back in the envelope so you don’t get them mixed up!” she exclaims.
“She knows what she’s doing,” the manager says, amused.
I then proceed to count out the next deposit, Friday’s, which is $200 and something. I count out $100 of it and leave it sitting atop the envelope. Coworker freaks out again but is suppressed by the manager. So I then take the $100 bill out of the deposit that’s over, and switch it with the bills from the other deposit. I then count both again to make sure they’re right. Then I take a $10 from the Friday deposit, and replace it with ten of the singles from the Saturday deposit.
“Ohmigosh,” Coworker says, “You can put the ten singles into the drawer and then it’s right!”
“I think she thought of that,” the manager comments drily.
I ignore her, put the singles into the drawer, and then I count the drawer, making sure it is correct. Meanwhile the manager’s gently poking fun at her for being so amazed by this whole process. I point out that I’m only going to make fun of her since she’s just standing there and there’s an order waiting to be printed now that the printer’s surely up to temp. I go and get my purse and keys, and put the deposits back into the envelope, and she’s still standing there shooting the shit with the manager.
As I’m leaving, I say, “There’s still an order waiting to be printed.”
“Oh,” she says, “I thought you did that."
(edited to add, as i crosspost this manually in 2018: this is the coworker that they made the manager eventually! holy shit this is hilarious.)
