|I can't remember the last time I yelled at someone and yet...
||[Jul. 15th, 2005|12:43 am]
This is a bit of a recap for this first half of July. There's plenty more shit, good and bad, but here's some of the more interesting.
3rd of July
The 3rd was my fourth this year. I went to Scott's house in Jackson and saw his dad light off $1800 worth of fireworks. Needless to say it was a very good show. Ample food and good times were had by all. Scott's grandfather is quick enough to be a damn superhero. I also played basketball with Scott and his brother. I came down on his brother's foot and rolled my ankle. It swelled up to roughly the size of a baseball.
I of course thought my ankle would be better the next day if I iced it through the night. Surprise, it wasn't. It was my right ankle and I drove back from Jackson in pain. I went straight to Olin and hopped up to the door only to find that they were closed for the 4th. I was slightly annoyed and uttered a few profanities without noticing the family walking on the sidewalk behind me. I then drove myself to Sparrow and hopped all the way to the emergency room, where I was set up with a wheelchair, an ice pack, and an orderly to wheel me through the halls. Upon first examination they thought it was broken but then they x-rayed it and it turned out only to be a 'bad sprain'(to quote the nurse). So I got some crutches and headed home. I was scheduled to work the next day and so I borrowed a chair from Gunson 1(thanks for bringing it over Jon) and went to work anyways.
Flat Tire? Forget a jack, I got LB.
As I was getting ready to leave for work today I saw that I was parked in. So I frantically searched for Carl's keys to move his car. Turns out he had them and I had had no hope of finding them. When I couldn't find them I went outside to reassess the situation and realized that I had a very flat tire(which I suppose didn't really matter at that point anyway?). So, I ended up waking up Laura Bell from her nap which I hated doing because I knew she had gone into work at 6am and was dead tired. She was nice enough to drive me to work and even dropped her car off later so I could drive home after work. I still haven't done anything with the tire(here's hoping I still have a spare in my trunk). A big thanks goes out to Laura Bell for helping me out so much.
Guy came into the gas station a couple of days ago and bought two packs of condoms. Not 30 seconds later a lady comes back in with the condoms. "My husband just came in and bought these. He got the wrong size, is it okay if I exchange them?". Then she went back and got a smaller size.
I, being the new guy, got a stern talking to by the boss because the lottery drawer was off $40 one day and the only reasonable explanation was that I didn't know how to work the lottery drawer(which I do) and I must've fucked it up. So I got retrained on lotto and was lectured on the importance of double checking numbers and counting correctly. Turns out I wasn't even working that day and it was somebody else's fault.
If you yell loud enough it might just work.
Today at the gas station, immediately after Adam took his Dinner break, all the pumps decided to stop working. Which of course, makes me a huge asshole. Some pumps stopped working altogether while some would only work with pay inside and others worked whenever they felt like it. This of course led to many angry people. Some drove around to different pumps looking for one to work(some people tried 4 before they could get gas) and some decided to mash the help button 100's of times and some others decided cussing me out would be the best course of action. I was the only one at the gas station and the line doesn't get shorter when I can't ring people up as I'm trying in vain to fix things and running back and forth inside and out while still wearing a fucking cast. Here are some of the choicest of excerpts:
"I don't have time for this bullshit."(twice)
"Your pay outside system is shitty and you're a fucking moron."
"I've never coming back here again."(2, maybe 3 times)
Then there was this one guy whom I was trying to help at the pump and seemed nice enough and then when everything was said and done told me calmly "Thanks, and it would be nice instead of just placating me you actually told your manager about this shit and got some of these things fixed so people can get gas in under an hour."
I started giving out candy to irrate customers(which I was in no way authorized to do) and that worked fairly well. The pay outside didn't really work for the rest of the night and though my shift was only 7 hours, it felt at least twice that long.