Do what I please, gonna spread the disease - because I wanna
Gonna call all the shots, all the no’s and the not’s - because I wanna

About 10 minutes after that last blog, as R-son reported, I walked out to my car to find a thick, healthy tree limb hanging out on top of the back seats of my car. Son of a bitch. For things like this, I'm not pissed off, I'm just frustrated because it means I have to deal with something like going to Glass Masters, talking to insurance people, etc. I tried to call work, no answer, which=bad, since I was supposed to open the store. Called to talk to my Dad, no answer. Talked to my grandmother. Called Dad again, was able to get the first two steps of what he thought I should do, which was to be a multi-part plan, until my phone crapped out. Walked a mile or two to the Teeter, they let me in their dark store, with beeping registers and all. Called work, no answer, at which point I debated walking the 5-10 miles, probably 5. It was cold, my legs no feeling nothing. Called Rob, when he answered I asked if his phone was working, and then audibly mumbled "fuck," because I'm an idiot. He came out, you know the rest of that story.
Went by work, my GM and another co-manager were there. Apparently the Regional Manager had bitched out my GM because I wasn't answering my phone that was not working. No power in the store, very dark and cold. Tried to silence the fire alarm, an unending piercing squeal. Took deposit. Told them I'd be back, had things to do. They had to stay until 5 pm, it was only 10-10:30 at that point. Went to Rob's, good times for me and Rob's Lady as Darth Vader set up starports and made Princess Leia and Boba Fett go bankrupt. Bahama Breeze. Back to apt. with power, went to sleep for a few hours. Recorded Must See TV.
Day after, glass cleaned out slightly. Huge chunk of ice and glass that could not be removed from the top of the back seats. Glass in my fingers. Pain. Back to R & A's to get coffee. Then to work at 3. Stayed for two hours. Put up, yes, bookmarks. Jetted over to get estimate for my car. Back to R & A's, then to Matt & Kathryn's, stopping along the way to tell cops that something was on fire down the street. Watched Matt kill some foreign enemy in the jungle. Yesterday, called and told to come into work at noon, to stay until 5. I was supposed to be in at 3, they didn't care. Glass Masters to drop off car, but was too late, their supplier had closed, made an appointment, headed to work. Full power, minus the back office phone. Adjusted thermostats and realized that there were people all over the store. Yes, the one-day-sale was commencing. At 3 I hesitated when asked if I wanted to leave and come back at 7 or 8. In the two minutes where I finished what I was doing and decided, another manager was allowed to leave, meaning I was in for the long haul. He came back at 6:30, let me take an hour break. We ate free pizza from the store. Some associates could not comprehend the idea of scheduled breaks. A woman complained about the organization of books on the shelf as I and two others searched for some religious book she wanted. Oh, and someone shot diarrhea all over the back of the men's toilet and on the wall behind it. I was lucky enough to spot it, and clean it up. Forgot to fill out new timecards for associates after doing payroll. This should cause an unnecessary amount of confusion today. My vegetarian, ex-d.j. friend stopped by the store. Was nice and tried to get across, "sorry not interested," with a series of "hello"s. And I had only had a few hours sleep, did I mention that? I was tired.
My days off made me think about how much I would like to not have a job. And all my friends, they shouldn't have jobs, either. If we could work out the financial end, then it'd be great. Don't want to go to work. Have to close tonight, again. Closing isn't bad, unless you have to drive home in low, low temps without a rear windshield. Ice on the inside of the car. Good times.
posted by beta at 12/08/2002 12:08:00 PM