Yesterday was an interesting day. I set my alarm for 6:30, and instead of a nice pleasant wakeup (I like to hit the snooze button for about 30 minutes) at 6:45 I got leaf blowers. This, of course, freaked out the kitties. I got a nice stomach scratch from Loretta using me as a launch pad to jump off the bed and run underneath it. So, I got up, got dressed and headed out the door. Their truck was blocking my car. But, since they were so lovingly using leafblowers under my dining room window, I was able to ask them then and there to move their fucking truck so I could get to work.
I was just in my work shirt and pants and one of the landscapers says, "I'm freezing! You're just wearing that?"
I also wanted to get the fuck out so I could get in my car and turn the heat on. Remember cold feet? Exactly. So, I get in the car and head to work. Why so early? 25 jumbo pizzas due by 11 a.m. I didn't want to fuck this order. $650. $100 tip on it! Yay! The order was out on time, all of the school orders were out on time, two were early. It was fantastic. It kind of spiraled a bit in the evening. I had three orders up the hill and because they all came at random times, and I was down two drivers, well, it threw things out of whack. So, I had to take a few deliveries, but it was all good. I also kind of wanted to get out of the store for a few minutes. Being there for 11 hours a day isn't very healthy.
I had to fire Earl. He was the guy who called in tired that one day. I spoke with him Tuesday about his lack of insurance and told him that he could still come in, I would use him inside instead. So, Thursday, he was supposed to be in at 5:00. No call, didn't show up, nothing. He calls about 10:10 p.m. "I wasn't feeling very well and I couldn't find a phone that worked until now."
He came in (late) on Friday and I just pulled him aside and told him that it wasn't going to work out. he was unreliable and it just wasn't meshing well.
"Yes, last night is one such example."
"That's only happened one time!"
"Then there was the night you called out tired, *after* I just had a meeting with all of you about the importance of *not* calling out, and then the night you called out because your friend was sad or something. I'm sorry, but that's not what I need here."
"Ok. I was already looking for a new job. I needed more hours."
See, what these fuckers don't get is...IF YOU ACTUALLY PERFORM YOUR JOB WELL AND SHOW THAT YOU WANT THE HOURS...I WILL GIVE THEM TO YOU!
Anyways. I was finally able to get out of the store and head to Char's for scrabble and nachos from Nico's. I made a stop. They were delicious. Even if they did give me indigestion. Although, I'm sure all those oreos didn't help. *burp*
Now, on to working another 10 hour day today. Yay!