Now that yesterday is over, I can write down everything that happened. Lets just say it wasn't the best of days.
Wake up early only to find it snowed far too much. Get stuck in the snow half way into works parking lot and half way in the road. Do everything imaginable to get myself unstuck from the snow with out getting out of my truck. Since that didn't work actually get out of your truck and into the knee deep snow while trying to push the truck up the drive way while holding the gas down with your other hand in hopes that it works and doesn't just slide. Since it just slid 3 feet to the right and not forward turn the wheel so maybe that'll coerce the truck in to right direction. Fail at this also.
See a coworker arrive and ask him for help. THANKFULLY he does and he gets in my truck and I get behind it and start push as he hits the gas. The truck swings and dislocate my right thumb but it catches and rolls into the parking lot to be parked. Set my own thumb. Woo fucking hoo! Sit outside in the cold snowy weather for an HOUR waiting for the boss to open the doors all the while thankful it's SO cold you can't feel the thumb.
The boss doesn't show. Call shift manager and ask what the hell to do! Start heading home like instructed by shift manager. Get stuck in the same exact spot I got stuck in when entering the parking lot.
Have co worker help again and get out in only 15 minutes.
While driving the truck has NO traction so start sailing the back end left and right randomly. Get stuck 50 yards from the house and instantly get out to push it. Fail at that and ask the fellow watching if I can barrow his snow shovel. Get unstack and head home. Enter the door SOAKING FUCKING WET from the thighs down. Freezing cold, literally! Pants ARE frozen! So run to the laundry room and toss said pants in the dryer and toss on some shorts. Sit down for not more than 8 seconds when there is a knock at my door. My boss asking WHY I'm not at work! He says get dressed and he will drive me to work and open the doors.
Get cold frozen pants back on and walk over to the bosses house and get in his Land Rover. Have to listen to him giggle about how awesome his auto is and how much money he has. Get pissed because not 5 days ago did he tell me that he couldn't help my hours because he doesn't have the funds. Get to work again only to find that EVERY SINGLE ITEM is NOT prepped for the day. Begin prepping EVERYTHING by my self.
The boss says he has to go get another worker so he LEAVES THE STORE so I am working alone.
Thankfully a coworker arrives 10 minutes after the boss heads out. She helps me with the prep.
An hour passes and the boss returns with the coworker that helped me get my truck unstuck from the snow.
At that point the boss says "I know we can be open by 11 because that was an hour go almost, but we should aim for 12!" then goes into his office even though we need his help to prep for the workday that I guess will start in 12 minutes. I will summarize my shift by saying it fucking sucked because we were behind on everything. The boss' forecast was a slow work day only to find it was a normal day and we were short handed in the staff department.
Four o'clock rolls up and my shift is OVER finally and I can go home and warm up!..... Or so I thought. My boss come in the back as I am cleaning and says "Some of the night crew kids called and said that they'd be late so I'm gonna need you to stay for a while if thats ok, Thanks" and he walks out with out giving me time to answer. FUCK! FINE! I just start working harder to keep my mind off things and wash more and more dishes.
6:45pm. "Well it looks like the kids got in just fins so I can take you home now". Finally. It's been cold as fuck in the back all day and got colder when the sun went down! So I go out front and get my coat and SideKick3 and I walk out back to the boss' Land Rover. I get in and he drives me home. When I walk in the door I take my pants off so fast I get scratches on my legs and I run down stars to find dry clothes! After I get dressed I decide I should call my shift manager that couldn't come in that morning and warn him that the boss blames the whole days mishaps on him. I get my SideKick3 out of its case and see a HUGE FUCKING CRACK ON THE SCREEN AND THE CALL BUTTON IS BROKEN!
What the fuck! Some little mother fucker broke my god damned SideKick3! At this point I want to destroy so I find a door jam and hit it so hard all the plaster and paint come off. After I'm finished with that I get my house phone and call T-Mobile to see if my insurance policy is still in effect. I am told I am not on my phones account. I am not allowed to access my own account. I find out the girl who started my account put it in my mothers name. No idea why. I hang up with T-Mobile and call my mother. I tell her all about my day and that I need her to call T-Mobile herself and change things. I get off the phone with her and make a PB-sandwich. I get a call back from my mother 25 minutes later and she tells me everything is taken care of and I'll be getting my new SK3 Wensday. The only good news all day.
At that point I start the movie "The Ninth Gate". I begin to pass out and stop the film. I tell my brother good night and go to sleep. Now I am here and yesterday is in the past and I am still not dead. I have tomorrow to look forward to. And I am still living today! So HOPEFULLY today is ok! I need to got to the store and get some vegetables and bread. I haven't been eating that much and my stomach has been mad at me for it.
So any ways, that was the day and I am done with it some I'm gonna go take care of things today. Talk later...
P.S. I know this whole post seems as though it was written by a chimpanze with a type writer and a crack pipe and I apologize about that, but I just kinda went off on a rant. Let it flow out like a river and just typed as fast as I could. Now that it's out, I'll write properly once more.
Wake up early only to find it snowed far too much. Get stuck in the snow half way into works parking lot and half way in the road. Do everything imaginable to get myself unstuck from the snow with out getting out of my truck. Since that didn't work actually get out of your truck and into the knee deep snow while trying to push the truck up the drive way while holding the gas down with your other hand in hopes that it works and doesn't just slide. Since it just slid 3 feet to the right and not forward turn the wheel so maybe that'll coerce the truck in to right direction. Fail at this also.
See a coworker arrive and ask him for help. THANKFULLY he does and he gets in my truck and I get behind it and start push as he hits the gas. The truck swings and dislocate my right thumb but it catches and rolls into the parking lot to be parked. Set my own thumb. Woo fucking hoo! Sit outside in the cold snowy weather for an HOUR waiting for the boss to open the doors all the while thankful it's SO cold you can't feel the thumb.
The boss doesn't show. Call shift manager and ask what the hell to do! Start heading home like instructed by shift manager. Get stuck in the same exact spot I got stuck in when entering the parking lot.
Have co worker help again and get out in only 15 minutes.
While driving the truck has NO traction so start sailing the back end left and right randomly. Get stuck 50 yards from the house and instantly get out to push it. Fail at that and ask the fellow watching if I can barrow his snow shovel. Get unstack and head home. Enter the door SOAKING FUCKING WET from the thighs down. Freezing cold, literally! Pants ARE frozen! So run to the laundry room and toss said pants in the dryer and toss on some shorts. Sit down for not more than 8 seconds when there is a knock at my door. My boss asking WHY I'm not at work! He says get dressed and he will drive me to work and open the doors.
Get cold frozen pants back on and walk over to the bosses house and get in his Land Rover. Have to listen to him giggle about how awesome his auto is and how much money he has. Get pissed because not 5 days ago did he tell me that he couldn't help my hours because he doesn't have the funds. Get to work again only to find that EVERY SINGLE ITEM is NOT prepped for the day. Begin prepping EVERYTHING by my self.
The boss says he has to go get another worker so he LEAVES THE STORE so I am working alone.
Thankfully a coworker arrives 10 minutes after the boss heads out. She helps me with the prep.
An hour passes and the boss returns with the coworker that helped me get my truck unstuck from the snow.
At that point the boss says "I know we can be open by 11 because that was an hour go almost, but we should aim for 12!" then goes into his office even though we need his help to prep for the workday that I guess will start in 12 minutes. I will summarize my shift by saying it fucking sucked because we were behind on everything. The boss' forecast was a slow work day only to find it was a normal day and we were short handed in the staff department.
Four o'clock rolls up and my shift is OVER finally and I can go home and warm up!..... Or so I thought. My boss come in the back as I am cleaning and says "Some of the night crew kids called and said that they'd be late so I'm gonna need you to stay for a while if thats ok, Thanks" and he walks out with out giving me time to answer. FUCK! FINE! I just start working harder to keep my mind off things and wash more and more dishes.
6:45pm. "Well it looks like the kids got in just fins so I can take you home now". Finally. It's been cold as fuck in the back all day and got colder when the sun went down! So I go out front and get my coat and SideKick3 and I walk out back to the boss' Land Rover. I get in and he drives me home. When I walk in the door I take my pants off so fast I get scratches on my legs and I run down stars to find dry clothes! After I get dressed I decide I should call my shift manager that couldn't come in that morning and warn him that the boss blames the whole days mishaps on him. I get my SideKick3 out of its case and see a HUGE FUCKING CRACK ON THE SCREEN AND THE CALL BUTTON IS BROKEN!
What the fuck! Some little mother fucker broke my god damned SideKick3! At this point I want to destroy so I find a door jam and hit it so hard all the plaster and paint come off. After I'm finished with that I get my house phone and call T-Mobile to see if my insurance policy is still in effect. I am told I am not on my phones account. I am not allowed to access my own account. I find out the girl who started my account put it in my mothers name. No idea why. I hang up with T-Mobile and call my mother. I tell her all about my day and that I need her to call T-Mobile herself and change things. I get off the phone with her and make a PB-sandwich. I get a call back from my mother 25 minutes later and she tells me everything is taken care of and I'll be getting my new SK3 Wensday. The only good news all day.
At that point I start the movie "The Ninth Gate". I begin to pass out and stop the film. I tell my brother good night and go to sleep. Now I am here and yesterday is in the past and I am still not dead. I have tomorrow to look forward to. And I am still living today! So HOPEFULLY today is ok! I need to got to the store and get some vegetables and bread. I haven't been eating that much and my stomach has been mad at me for it.
So any ways, that was the day and I am done with it some I'm gonna go take care of things today. Talk later...
P.S. I know this whole post seems as though it was written by a chimpanze with a type writer and a crack pipe and I apologize about that, but I just kinda went off on a rant. Let it flow out like a river and just typed as fast as I could. Now that it's out, I'll write properly once more.