I can't feel my arms
Nov. 11th, 2003 12:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrAssistant Manager Loser had to leave early today, so guess who gets called in at 2:30 instead of 4:00? That's only where the fun begins...
So I get there at 2:30. Loser bails, and I get stuck in that store alone with A.M. Annoying. This is the woman I bitched about yesterday, she was even worse today. Not to mention every customer that called or walked in the store was named Asshole Stupendous. This one bastard gave me $10.70 for two pizzas that cost $10.69 - he cupped his hands for me to give him his goddamned fucking peeny. I almost jumped over the counter and killed him, one lousy penny.
The night gets more fun after that - the truck that delivers are supplies used to come on Tuesday mornings. Now it comes on Monday nights. So not only did I have to spend from 2:30-9:00 putting up with every Asshole in Roanoke C'Rapids, from nine on I unloaded (rather, put away everything the delivery guy brought in) the truck single handedly (minus eight bales of flour and five cases of pizza sauce). I did this from 9:00-11:30. I put away 28 bales of flour, 8 cases of sauce, 24 cases of chicken, 15 cases of sausage, 47 cases of cheese, and a fuckload of other stuff. Not to mention most of this crap is frozen or at least really fucking cold. There was one point I was so cold it felt like my skin had been dunked in acid.
After all that I got to bike home in 41 degree weather. I haven't been this exhausted in forever. My whole upper body is screaming in pain right now, my arms are more or less dead. If I can make it to the kitchen, I'm going to make myself some hot chocolate and then read something so goddamn happy and sweet I'll have no choice but to cheer up.
So I get there at 2:30. Loser bails, and I get stuck in that store alone with A.M. Annoying. This is the woman I bitched about yesterday, she was even worse today. Not to mention every customer that called or walked in the store was named Asshole Stupendous. This one bastard gave me $10.70 for two pizzas that cost $10.69 - he cupped his hands for me to give him his goddamned fucking peeny. I almost jumped over the counter and killed him, one lousy penny.
The night gets more fun after that - the truck that delivers are supplies used to come on Tuesday mornings. Now it comes on Monday nights. So not only did I have to spend from 2:30-9:00 putting up with every Asshole in Roanoke C'Rapids, from nine on I unloaded (rather, put away everything the delivery guy brought in) the truck single handedly (minus eight bales of flour and five cases of pizza sauce). I did this from 9:00-11:30. I put away 28 bales of flour, 8 cases of sauce, 24 cases of chicken, 15 cases of sausage, 47 cases of cheese, and a fuckload of other stuff. Not to mention most of this crap is frozen or at least really fucking cold. There was one point I was so cold it felt like my skin had been dunked in acid.
After all that I got to bike home in 41 degree weather. I haven't been this exhausted in forever. My whole upper body is screaming in pain right now, my arms are more or less dead. If I can make it to the kitchen, I'm going to make myself some hot chocolate and then read something so goddamn happy and sweet I'll have no choice but to cheer up.
That's Gotta' End
Date: 2003-11-11 11:00 am (UTC)Half the time I don't even expect people to give me the penny back, or if they do, I throw it into that little, "Take a Penny, Leave a Penny" thing... A PENNY. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PENNIES PEOPLE POSESS THAT THEY NEVER USE?
You must've been a vision peddling home on your bike last night. Life isn't fair is it? It really isn't.
Blaargh. I feel your pain.
Re: That's Gotta' End
Date: 2003-11-11 02:47 pm (UTC)Thanks Allie
Re: That's Gotta' End
Date: 2003-11-11 05:40 pm (UTC)Re: That's Gotta' End
Date: 2003-11-11 05:41 pm (UTC)