Had talk with C, she's on a probation type thingie. We are going to work on her customer service skills, get her working at her full potential and revisit the situation around the middle of next month.
I hired this one chick, she is all, "give me hours la la la" then pulls no call/no show. Bye bye. Found out from day driver, T, that he saw her at the Dunkin' Donuts in their uniform. Awesome. Stupid bitch. I have a feeling she didn't like me. I made her wait (even though she was 1/2 hour early when I did her orientation) and then she showed up 1/2 hour early for her first shift and was just "going to camp out outside until open if I had to." Really? Why not call the store and have me let you in? Hmm?? Dipshit. Anyways, good riddance to bad rubbish I say.
Let's see. So, other than that, no really interesting pizza stories except I just hired the baby's momma of the cook that got fired for stealing. Nice, huh? She hates him. I laugh. Good times.
Brian (or Brad) was great. Started to play "Hotel California" as the happy birthday song for me. Bastard. Then segued into "Slo Eddy" which is my favorite of his, that and "Waxing up the Wreckage". I have no idea how much I had to drink Tuesday night because I wasn't buying all the drinks for myself. Char bought me a few, got one from Heather (chick I know through the MGP) who bites people sometimes (don't ask), and a couple from Javier.
Javier? Oh, him? He's the guy who was trying to pick me up. And, well, he had a sure thing, but I don't think he realized that. I mean, I stuck around while he serenaded me at North with "Escape (The Pina Colada Song" by Rupert Holmes (which is a clue in the crossword in the weekly this week) and I HATE that song. Maybe more than I hate "Hotel California". I let the man smell my arm for crying out loud. Which made me glad I switched to a fantastic soap from Oil of Olay. It smells divine and has shea butter, so my skin is really soft now. Yay! Anyways, as the evening drew into morning and I was separated from Brian, Laura and some chick as they went to Grill, I called around to get a ride back home, because he wanted to go to Congress. And walk there. As those of you saw the shoes I was wearing, there was no way I was walking to Congress. Especially not speed walking to get there before last call. Yeah. So, I said, no, I didn't want to drink anymore. Ah, see, I didn't say "Eh, screw you hippie." I just said, "I don't want to drink anymore."
*sigh* He didn't get the hint. Or, if he did, he just wasn't interested anymore, but I can assure all of you, I was a sure thing. And there was nothing in missed connections on CL either. He didn't ask for my number. Oh well. At the very least, it was nice to have that feeling of being attractive for a few hours. Having a dude compliment, feel and chat you up...it's nice. Especially since it really doesn't happen that often. Uh, yeah, like never. Makes the money I spent on that shirt well worth it. *waggles eyebrows*
I spent Wednesday, pretty much all day, in bed. With a hangover. I managed to get up in enough time to head over to corporate to get some uniform shirts for the n00bs. On the way, I saw a guy helping a cyclist get to his feet from near the edge of the right lane on Broadway. He looked hurt and it looked like no one else was stopping to help. I pulled off into the bike lane and threw my hazard lights on (and shut the car off, I'm not that stupid). Helped get the guy into shade and he asked me to go down to the El Tour office to get some guy named Tom or Todd or something. So, I start walking, since he said like a block away. It was more like 2 1/2 or so. Bastard. And he was cranky, too. Anyways, I get there and the people in the back are all chatty cathys and not paying attention even though they noticed me twice. Bitches. This guy standing out there with me says, "You need to say hey, otherwise, they'll just go on forever." So, I do and ask if they know this dude and it turns out he's the guy standing next to me.
"Some older gentleman sent me down here to fetch you. He was hit by a car and he's ok. I think it's his leg or hip, but he's coherent and conscience. So, he follows me out and when he realizes it's about 2 1/2 blocks away he says, "Oh, screw that, I'm driving."
I felt a little better about being a lazy bastard that I was willing to walk back. :)
Get back to dude, get my phone back from witness to the accident, missed two calls, and waited for the cop. My car was causing all kinds of traffic problems. But, I didn't care, fuck all those people. None of them were willing to stop, so screw them. Cop shows and I ask him if I can motor since I didn't see anything, I just helped pull the guy out of the road, and he says that's cool, so I go. Get to corporate and Diana is yelling, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"
I put my finger to my lips, "Please, no screaming. I hurt." You see, I was still in agony. I was very close to calling out of my shift and letting D or A take over, but I figured since I always tell people that I show when I'm in pain and they should, too, that I couldn't do that. Damn. Got what I needed, chatted for a few and then headed to the store to do my shift.
So, that's been my life. Oh, and Hawk is apparently, ummm, well, he can't go to his favorite bar on Monday nights anymore. Seems some girl, the one who let the air out of his tires, I guess she's down with La Raza, or has familia involved, and, there may be reason that a large group of Mexican men have a desire to pop a cap in Hawk's ass.
You reap what you sow, baby, you reap what you sow.