Blogged 17 July 2002

17:23

I just barely got home from work. Not that I got paid to be there until nearly 5 am. I clocked out at 3:31. It took the three of us an hour and 31 minutes to close tonight. And we even had most of the lobby cleaned before close. Even I think that is unacceptable, but I'm not going to complain too much about the extra 32 minutes that I worked tonight (I clocked in one minute early.) It will help come payday.

So right after I punched out I printed the little report that tells me how many hours I worked this week. I was on the schedule for 37 hours and managed to pick up an extra hour and 36 minutes. I know that 32 of it came last night, and at least 15 came from Sunday afternoon when I told Jeff to punch me out after I had been there 15 minutes after my shift ended. I ended up staying and working another 30 minutes after he punched me out.

I don't mind working for free if I know they really really need the help, and if I know it is appreciated.

Anyway, back to my story about not getting home until nearly 5 am. We punched out, set the alarm, took the trash back to the dumpster, (I totally disagree with this taking the trash out if you aren't on the clock deal, what if I get hurt, the company is just going to say that I wasn't on the clock I shouldn't have been taking trash out.) Once the trash was taken care of, Jeff had a cigarette and we sat and talked with each other for 45 minutes. If it hadn't been for the darn mosquitoes we may still be there.

The only other times that I have spent any time with my co-workers off the clock are the 3 times that I went out to breakfast with them and when I went to Truex's bachelorette party after I got off work. That is it, otherwise everyone is in a damn hurry to get as far away from that place as quickly as possible.

We talked about work, the people we don't like, discussed the people that don't like us. Then we talked about previous jobs, some how we started talking about tattoos, piercings and length of hair. We were just having a good old time the three of us. It is nice to feel like have friends again. Although Jeff, Scott and I are kind of an odd little group, it is all cool.

Jeff is the older guy with all the when I used to do this drug stories.

I'm the girl that can say almost anything in a totally innocent way and it can be turned into something sexual. An example from tonight, I was just stirring my meat and the lid flew off.

Jeff has a terrible time following the sexual harrassment policies when I work with him.

Then there is Scott, the not so sweet 17 year old. If you need a new DVD player I am sure he would know how to locate one for a reasonable price.

The three of us don't get to close very often together, but no matter how bad of a mood any one of us is in, by the end of the night we are back to normal. Scott is funny, the minute he figures out I'm in a bad mood he strives to make me feel better. I got stuck on drive-thru for six hours tonight. I was supposed to get a 2 hour break when Scott came into work, but this lady was being a total pain in the ass and Scott couldn't hear her so he asked her to repeat herself and she got angry and he still couldn't understand her, so he asked me if I would take the headset back and take her order. (Wouldn't you figure that you are talking to a different person all of a sudden something is wrong with the way you are trying to make your order.) I politely asked her to repeat her order and she snapped at me. I got her order, repeated what I heard and she got mad at me because I missed adding rice to one soft taco. When I asked her if she wanted to add rice to the regular soft taco, because I hadn't really heard what she had said, she got even angrier with me."Let me make this easy for you, how 'bout I just pull up to your window!" I told her if she was going to be rude I was going to ask her to just leave.

She proceeded to freak out, told me she wasn't being rude and if I wanted to see rude she would pull up and show me rude, then decided I should just to forget her order and that she was leaving and would call my manager. I told her to go right ahead and call my manager. Which she did and Jeff just kissed her ass, blah blah blah and said he would talk to me about it. Jeff's talk with me was "I kissed her ass told her she wasn't rude and said I would have a talk with you. I trust your judgement so I'm pretty sure that she was just being rude."

Please if you are going to go to the drive-thru at a restaurant, don't order from the passenger seat and if you are asked to speak up, actually speak up for more than the first two words that come out of your mouth. That girl comes through the drive-thru almost everynight, orders from the passenger seat of her boyfriends car and tries to order whispering with their stereo still on. No wonder both Scott and I had trouble understanding what she was trying to order.

That is enough work related ranting for one morning. Jennifer and Johnny rented some movies, "A Beautiful Mind" and "Coven." Since I have today off I think I am going to watch "A Beautiful Mind" before I go to bed.

17:42

I got a little side-tracked with the story about that chick at the drive-thru and forgot what story I was supposed to be telling. Sorry about that.

Scott made me feel better just by being silly. He usually wears the second headset when I am on the drive-thru so he can listen to what I am saying and then when there are no cars he says silly thing to me through the headset or just says beep, because as soon as you say beep or wash your hands someone pulls into the drive-thru.

Tonight he didn't have the headset on, so when I went out into the lobby to change the trash, I was half expecting him to go grab the headset just long enough to say beep. He didn't but the next time someone came to the drive-thru and I got back to my register to take their order, there was a piece of register tape sitting on the screen that said "BEEP!!!!" He wrote that and I'm sure as soon as he had finished the last ! was when the car pulled in. That is just how that word works.

Our complete dorkieness made my grumpiness disappear and the rest of the night I was the Crista that smiled and doesn't scare people. Before Scott got to work at 10 Jeff was afraid of me, because I was so grumpy.

I think I am gonna skip the movie watching idea and just go to sleep now. I'm tired.