Slacker Excuses
Longest day ever!
Got a call at 9:20 AM from work. The person who was supposed to open never showed. I was asked to come in early. I did. Due to my early arrival, my shift ended up being over 9 hours long. I was alone for most of it.
My feet hate me.
Don't get me wrong, there were a few slow moments; very few...with lots of chaos in between. One of my customers said it best. She was the last in a long line. I'd been constantly serving people for over an hour. I apologized for her long wait and she said, "No problem. You got slammed." It was true.
Aren't Sundays supposed to be slow?
Matters were than made worse by the fact that Danny was over a half hour late. By then I was already dead on my feet, my sense of humor was six feet under with my soul and mental capabilities. He did bring me out of it a little when he threatened to attack me with whipped cream.
We had an interesting customer. I was talking to Danny and a bookseller on his break (interestingly he was also present for my encounter with Mean Lady several weeks ago. His name is Eden). A man stood at the entrance to the cafe and had a cigarette in his mouth. He asked "You got a light back there?"
I said "Sorry, Sir."
The man then shouted to the whole cafe, asking if anyone had a lighter. The cafe was busy and decently loud, so everyone ignored him.
The man turned back to me and asked "Is smoking allowed here?"
I shrugged, "Sorry, no it isn't."
The man went and had a seat in the cafe.
Eden made an anti-smoking joke, won 10 points on my coolness scale and then left to drink the mocha Danny made for him.
I didn't pay any attention to the crazy man as there were new customers to keep me entertained. Minutes later I was vaguely aware that the man had yelled something about "shooting guns" and left the cafe.
I didn't really care. My general rule in these situations is to ignore the person causing the situation. I mean, the man left. So it's all good, right?
One of the women at a table came up to the counter and requested that security be called. "He can't get away with saying things like that," she said. Apparently the man's yelling included mention of killing people.
Yikes. Missed that part.
The security guy came upstairs (Our Barnes and Noble has freakishly high rates of theft so we get a special security guard to stand around and look intimidating, hassle me for free "expired" food and occasionally round up the crazies and escort them away) Security guy followed on the third aspect of his job description. I helped him find the crazy man and that was that.
Points to me for managing to find a job at the crazy book store.
At least I have the next few days off.
Sigh. Still have to write a paper and prepare a presentation. Pain. Why oh why can't I present on Colin Firth's portrayal of Mr. Darcy? I could get into that.
Got a call at 9:20 AM from work. The person who was supposed to open never showed. I was asked to come in early. I did. Due to my early arrival, my shift ended up being over 9 hours long. I was alone for most of it.
My feet hate me.
Don't get me wrong, there were a few slow moments; very few...with lots of chaos in between. One of my customers said it best. She was the last in a long line. I'd been constantly serving people for over an hour. I apologized for her long wait and she said, "No problem. You got slammed." It was true.
Aren't Sundays supposed to be slow?
Matters were than made worse by the fact that Danny was over a half hour late. By then I was already dead on my feet, my sense of humor was six feet under with my soul and mental capabilities. He did bring me out of it a little when he threatened to attack me with whipped cream.
We had an interesting customer. I was talking to Danny and a bookseller on his break (interestingly he was also present for my encounter with Mean Lady several weeks ago. His name is Eden). A man stood at the entrance to the cafe and had a cigarette in his mouth. He asked "You got a light back there?"
I said "Sorry, Sir."
The man then shouted to the whole cafe, asking if anyone had a lighter. The cafe was busy and decently loud, so everyone ignored him.
The man turned back to me and asked "Is smoking allowed here?"
I shrugged, "Sorry, no it isn't."
The man went and had a seat in the cafe.
Eden made an anti-smoking joke, won 10 points on my coolness scale and then left to drink the mocha Danny made for him.
I didn't pay any attention to the crazy man as there were new customers to keep me entertained. Minutes later I was vaguely aware that the man had yelled something about "shooting guns" and left the cafe.
I didn't really care. My general rule in these situations is to ignore the person causing the situation. I mean, the man left. So it's all good, right?
One of the women at a table came up to the counter and requested that security be called. "He can't get away with saying things like that," she said. Apparently the man's yelling included mention of killing people.
Yikes. Missed that part.
The security guy came upstairs (Our Barnes and Noble has freakishly high rates of theft so we get a special security guard to stand around and look intimidating, hassle me for free "expired" food and occasionally round up the crazies and escort them away) Security guy followed on the third aspect of his job description. I helped him find the crazy man and that was that.
Points to me for managing to find a job at the crazy book store.
At least I have the next few days off.
Sigh. Still have to write a paper and prepare a presentation. Pain. Why oh why can't I present on Colin Firth's portrayal of Mr. Darcy? I could get into that.
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