I’m the man.

It was all because we walked into a dollar store last night. It was totally peer pressure. I didn’t want to buy it, at first. Erik said it would suit Cliff, but I knew it would suit me. I already have a pimpin` hat. And now I have a pimpin` cane.

No, I’m serious!

I bought a dragon cane at a dollar store. I rule.

I strutted into Panera at 8 AM today. Suzanne took a picture of me (with Brandon). She’s almost filled up her roll of film. I spent most of the morning trying to bail out Natasha as much as possible. I was so on top of coffee that one person complained it was too hot. Fuck yeah.

Given that I was the seventh person between cashiers and line, I figured I’d spent lunch rush most of the day being everywhere. Yeah, I was.

I noticed that I’m not openning next week. I asked Mike about it, and he said it’s just how the schedule came out. He then mentioned how Natasha is quitting because she’s getting a professional job. Which is surprising considering she can barely speak english. If he knows what’s good for him, he (or Bob) will put me on to open. I can only take so many mid-days before I fall apart. If he had me on for 5 AM – 1 PM five days a week, I wouldn’t get overtime. Flat-out.

I stayed an extra hour Tuesday. I stayed an extra hour on Thursday. Mike came to me today and asked me, “When are you supposed to leave.” I say back to him, “Forty minutes ago.” If it’s dead, I’ll pester him. If I’m in a bad mood, or tired, or have prior plans, I’ll pester him. But if I’m needed, I’ll stay. He’s the GM, it’s his responsibility to watch my hours. That said, I racked up over 42 hours this week.

Neither Brandon nor Melissa could explain the difference between a broth and a cream. Well, they tried, I just didn’t understand. I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS. I also don’t understand what debit means. I need to look that up. Dictionary dot com says:

1. Accounting.
   1. An item of debt as recorded in an account.
   2. The left-hand side of an account or accounting ledger where bookkeeping entries are made.
   3. An entry of a sum in the left-hand side of an account.
   4. The sum of such entries.
2. A drawback; a detriment.

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1. To enter (a sum) on the left-hand side of an account or accounting ledger.
2. To charge with a debit: The bank debited my account for the overdrawn check.

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Okay, I still don’t get it. What the fuck does it mean?

1. An accounting entry that results in an increase in assets or a decrease in liabilities or owners’ equity.

So what the fuck makes debit different from credit? I KNOW IT’S DIFFERENT. BUT HOW? HOW????

I’m your boogie man.

Trish says she doesn’t understand why I’m always so happy. I pointed out that she doesn’t see me on weekdays. I can get very stressed some days, and get very irritable. But weekends tend to keep me very loose. It’s a pity Trish hates customers. It’s so funny. She’ll do anything to get away from them. I asked her, “You can either watch bakery, or you can change the trash.”

She actually preferred changing the trash.

*laughs*

I asked her if she’s found another job. She said she’s looked, but she’s going back to school at the end of the summer and uh. Yeah, she’s pretty much stuck at Panera, as she’s guarenteed weekend hours.

*sips iced tea*

I think I’ll go entertain myself with The Political Machine. Time to hand William Taft his fat ass.