Frantic/hysterical/tearfilled phone call from C. My supervisor. "I'm going to quit. I can't take it anymore. I can't work with him anymore."
"Huh? Wha? Who? What's going on?" I mumbled sleepily.
You know why sleepily? BECAUSE IT'S SIX IN THE FUCKING MORNING.
Anyways, I talk her down off the fucking bell tower before she unloads on some student nurses, she calls me back later, much calmer and tells me that she isn't going to quit. *shakes head*
I manage to get back to sleep and wake up late, thereby making myself about 10 minutes late for work. Which pisses off the Roma guy because he's been waiting for 10 minutes. Sorry dude, you know I'm never on time on Friday. you just know this.
I get started on a few things that I know we are out of right away before I get to the money. Get the money situated and 10:30 rolls around. I have no driver. You know why?
His tires have been slashed.
*bangs head on oven*
Seriously. He has 2 options as to why they got slashed. Dude, don't fuck around on women, they will get you. They will get you bad. So, he spent all day getting tires and what not done to his car. He will be there in the morning. Praise deity of choice.
Run around like a chicken with my head cut off getting deliveries out on time. Then have to go get paychecks. Do Harry Potter nerd out with corporate office assistant lady, have a few laughs, get told by president of the company to go buy popsicles or something for the crew since it's really hot out and we are supposed to be having fun! Get checks back to store, get deposit out, get sidetracked with giving people their checks and making sure things are getting signed that need signing. Take deposit to bank. $120 short.
Yes, within about 30 minutes of me pulling the bag out of the safe and giving out checks to people, I left the bag unattended. The only person who was around that bag without anyone else around no longer works for the company. Nothing to lose, I'd say. Oh yeah, and no video cameras in the store. Thanks! Drive through please.
On top of the expenses of this month, that was just the icing on the cake that I needed. I feel like an asshole for leaving the bag out on the table.
The best part of the day was near the beginning. The girlfriend of one of my supervisors was telling me that she was talking to Mr. Charisma and he was spinning his tale of woe to her. He's gotten written up 11 times, he busted his ass when he first got here, he tried to be the nice guy, etc etc etc. Best part: I was supposed to get her job, she only got it because she was G's friend.
Excuse me? I don't fucking think so. Yes, that gave me an advocate in my corner, but *I* did the work that was noticed. *I* interviewed with A for the position, G didn't interview for me. A could have just as easily said, "You know, I don't think you are ready for this position. We're gonna go to the outside and maybe with some time, we'll move you up to Assistant Manager." or something to that effect. No, he didn't say that. *I* got that job. Asshole.
ONLY TWO MORE HOURS UNTIL HARRY POTTER TIME YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!