My Manic Monday

I woke up on Monday still rather understandably upset about everything that had happened the previous night.  But I pulled myself to work and as soon as I got there, I realized chaos had gripped the store.  We had no working printer, we had no working credit card machine, and within ten minutes of me getting there, Keansburg called, saying they had no drivers and could we send one of ours over?  So since the other two people there had been there since noon and Ellen figured they’d be leaving soon, she snds me over.

I was there until about eight, did about seven or eight deliveries I think, and by then the one who hadn’t shown up came n and a couple of other people were there, too.  So the manager there told me I could go back to the Hazlet store.  (Thank God!!!)  I made thrity bucks over there in about three hours, though, so that was nice.

Anyway, when I came back to the Hazlet store, this one jerk that I absolutely hate working with was just leaving.  (Another "Thank God!!!" as far as I’m concerned.)  As I walked in the store, though, he was walking out and as soon as he was out the door, Ellen looks in his direction and says, "And he’s just a f*ckin’ ass."  It was very obvious she was in a bad mood.  I asked what was up and she said the printer still wasn’t working, the credit card machine "was f*cked up," and the guy who’d just left?  He came in for the afternoon to rush shift and just before I got there, declared that he was done, he wasn’t taking anymore deliveries.  Yet the two people who had been there when I came initially, the ones who had been there since noon, hadn’t gotten to go home yet!

Fricken’ ass.  I hate that guy.

Well, Mike, Ellen and I ended up closing together and we didn’t get to start cleaning until we closed at midnight.  Well, okay, honestly, I think Ellen could have started bringing stuff back for the wash, or something like that, but she didn’t.  In any case, the three of us worked/laughed until about two in the morning.  And Ellen was the first person I voiced a lot about Sunday night to.  It was freakin’ hard to explain at first!  You know, exactly what upset me and everything.

But yeah, other than that, it was a freakin’ long night.  On the upside, I made a total of sixty bucks in tips and worked from five till two.  So my paycheck this time around is gonna be nice.

God, though.  I hope the printer never breaks down again.  Mike’s motto for that night was, "Okay, find your food!"  Cuz we had no indication of what the stuff was, except for medium, large, extra large, or something in a cheesybread box.  We had to call up each order on the computer, (which was also acting funky,) write down what we had to take and what it cost, and hope we didn’t mix up the boxes in the car.

All in all, it was an interesting night.  Just not one I care to repeat.

So yeah.  That’s my Monday story.  This was also the night when I came back, determined to write about Sunday, but instead wrote that letter.