June 14th, 2018

The word of the day, ladies and gentlemen, is …..

(Take a deep breathnow)

FUCKMERUNNINGUPAHILLNAKEDINARAINSTORM!!!!!!

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Too sudden, hm? Fine, fine. Plot exposition, then.

So I arrive for the Thursday night shift, bracing for the customary slow weeknight service bar type thing. I see there’s a convention event going on. That might help. I plan accordingly and buy a bit more extra money for my bar than usual, and head on over. I start getting things set up. After a while, Rickie comes along to make sure things are settled. I notice that the casino has started upgrading their coffee machines to snazzy modern models.

They are mostly, I suppose. My cups are oddly locked up again, and I have no ice, but it’s not horrific. She comments that she has the floor for the evening, and casually drops the bomb. Charon quit.

Now…. scroll back up to the top… read that through a few times in a loud exclamatory voice to emulate what was going through my head. Once you’ve done that 10 or 20 times, come back and join me here. Good? Okay. Moving on.

Now apparently this was in pursuit of caring for an elderly relative, which I can get behind, but as far as we’re concerned? Ugh. This is so many flavors of not good. Not only are we out a competent and awesome supervisor who believed in things like seniority, and worked with you on schedule, and was willing to pitch in and help without getting obtrusively in the way…

but… and here’s the real kicker…

Rickie goes on maternity in two weeks. Dear fucking Gods, who are they gonna saddle us with? And how much training won’t they have? Just…. ugh. Shoot me. What the actual fuck?

ANYway.

On to the evening, right?

Mostly it was quiet. One of the highlights was Mary filling me in on the “mandatory” meeting on Tuesday that Charon had cleared me to miss, because of kid things. Then she showed me the finer points of the new digital coffee machines, which include USB charging ports of all things. I doubt you’d be standing in front long enough for it to matter for a damn, but I suppose it’s still kinda cool.

Cherry seemed in a good mood, and the convention party people were helping her stay busy so surprisingly she didn’t take me up on my offer of letting her go home earliy and I stay this week.

And honestly I made a bit more than the past several Thursday nights, so I called it a win overall. Apart from the sour news to start the day.

Ugh. Again, I say ugh.

Closing observations :

The good ones. We always lose the goddamned good ones. Now we’ll have to train up a whole new supervisor. -sigh-
At least I’m scheduled service bar for the next several Saturdays. One final bit of good will from her, I suppose.
Please see the opening bit of this entry one more time.

Next up : Saturday night