LocaKitty (locakitty) wrote,

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Who's ready for some more C stories?

*looks around*

So, she put in her four week's notice, right? She would like to take that back. She tells me this after having fucked up two orders (just the ticket information, I'll get to the major one in a minute), walking around so slow I think I saw my cell phone clock stop for a few minutes, and pissing off one lady who called me on Sunday to complain. So, I say, "We'll have a discussion when I work again. I'm a little busy right now."

Last night, she took an order from a guy. He is not a new customer, but because the phone number that she entered into the computer was COMPLETELY MADE UP, it registered him as a new customer. Not only that, the street was supposed to be 45 e something or other and it came out 45 e carAD[\OLES.

Shall I retype that for you? I'll use larger font.

45 E carAD[\OLES

If anyone here in Tucson can find that for me, I'd be very appreciative. So, the driver asks here, "Uh, what the FUCK is this?"
"Oh, um, I don't know."
"Is it perhaps this street?" He asks while looking at the cross streets she has typed in there, and it's an area near those cross streets, not quite near there, but he's willing to assume the person doesn't know where they live, because, hey, it happens.
"Yeah, that's where it is."

Oh, sorry, it's on the OPPOSITE end of the delivery area near the other cross street indicated. The phone number was about 4 digits off, but she got the guy's name right. He calls the store after 10 p.m. to find out wtf and we get the proper information from him, explain to him that she wasn't feeling very well and got the information wrong, apologize profusely and he says, "Not feeling well? Either she's a moron or she was loaded. I'm going to go with loaded."

I found out she was on Soma. I guess this is some sort of muscle relaxant or sleeping pill or something, but it's prescription (i'm pretty sure). Now, I have come to work still drunk from the night before, right before that hangover from hell kicks in but I have NEVER come to work loaded. Ever. I've had a drink before work, to be sure, especially before payroll. But, never drunk or high. That explains the uber slow mo mode she was in last night.

In other news, the new chick I hired on Sunday came in yesterday. Worked her shift, I let her go about 2 hours early since we were so slow. She was supposed to come in today to work with Miss and...didn't show. Didn't call. Nice. I need to get a few things from her, so I'll be contacting her about that ASAFP.

Then I find out that someone has accepted over $80 in collect calls on the store phone. I have an idea who it is since she's the only one I know who was talking to someone who was in prison. I figured either she was calling him or he had some sort of calling card. Since I haven't ever been in prison, nor do I personally know anyone in prison at the moment, I figured they had calling cards or something like that now. I guess not. I am very very pissed off right now. Not only that, but I need to find out if this is a fireable offense. I would think that it is. If so, her ass is gone, after I get the $80 from her. I am insanely pissed off about this. The store lost insane amounts of money last month, and this isn't helping.

I kind of want to throw in the towel, but that's cutting my nose off to spite my face. I've hired two other cooks who seem like they really want to work, and a new driver who has tons of experience and is volunteering to close on the weekends, so that makes me happy. The other two newbs are picking up things really fast and are doing great, so that makes me very happy. Now to deflate a few egos on the others and hope to (insert deity here) that they get this monitored security system set up soon.

Have I told you about this? It's great. I think this is the most fantastic thing ever in the world. i mean, I don't really *like* the idea of being watched, because, I have my lazy moments, but at the same time, those are so few and far between, that I find it more amusing than anything. You see, two of our stores now have these systems that they the corporate office can log in and watch what's going on. In the middle of a rush the president of the company called the store and told the supervisor to get so and so's hat on and to have so and so tuck in their shirt. They called about an hour later and asked why the back door had been open for the last 15 minutes. I was laughing my ass off at the meeting about this today. I *should* be having this within the next few months, but we'll see. I'm sure it's on order with my fountain drink machine. Speaking of on order, I finally got blades for my tomato slicer, but...I don't know if I still have a tomato slicer. HAM: did you throw it out or is on top of the walk in or some secret place I know not? I mean, I paid for the blades already, sooo...it'd be nice to have the damn slicer.

Anyways, tonight I'm headed for Plush to hang out and have some drinks and listen to Traffic Violator and just get jiggy or something. Ok, probably not getting jiggy with it, but I like to sound like an old lady sometimes. I do it at work quite a bit, talking about the hippity hop music that the people listen to. It cracks this one girl up when I talk like I'm an angry old person yelling at kids to get off their lawn.

You know, I kind of can't wait until I get to yell at people to get off my lawn.

But, I need to wrap this up so I can get a nap in before going out tonight.


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