YAY work go asplodey!
It started yesterday when I arrived at the store at four o'clock to find that the power was down. And had been for almost two hours already. So obviously we couldn't do any business. So the three of us - including my poor manager, Connie, who had actually been planning on leaving before five for a change - did what little could be done, marvelled at people's inability to read signs that say "CLOSED/NO POWER" in giant letters, worried about the giant ice cream shipment we'd just gotten in that day, and smoked a lot of cigarettes. For FOUR HOURS.
And then the power came back up, and yet my story is not done. For shortly after, a couple higher-ups came waltzing in - the district manager and his boss, I believe. They poked around, talked to Connie, talked to my coworker Josh, checked out our drawers (we have to be under a certain amount at all times), and by the time they left, Josh was no longer my coworker. Whoops.
Then this morning, I get a call from Connie telling me that our other second shift guy was also "no longer with us," and would I like to come in tonight? And any other weekend? ANY OTHER? I would. But tonight, I have a very important date with fifty athletic men and a bottle of cheap vodka.
And all this, mind you, mere days after our overnight guy quit without notice.
So, right now, we have four people left at our store. I am actually rather proud to be one of them; since Connie showed up a month ago and started whipping the place into shape, Cumberland Farms has been a much better place to work and I actually do not hate it. I've gone from waiting to be fired to being, according to Connie, one of the people she most wants to keep. Hell, she's even got me helping to train someone next week. She's been talking about putting me on full time, which comes with magical things like benefits and vacation, and is going to try and get me a raise. Funny how much easier a job becomes when you know for a fact that your manager has faith in you.
Also important: Baseball this weekend. My superstitions are kicking in full force and I can barely talk about anything more in depth than the fact that there will, in fact, be games played this weekend, but yes. Baseball. And I splurged on a (fairly cheap) bottle of vodka and a gallon of orange juice, so I'm good to go. *deep breath*
It started yesterday when I arrived at the store at four o'clock to find that the power was down. And had been for almost two hours already. So obviously we couldn't do any business. So the three of us - including my poor manager, Connie, who had actually been planning on leaving before five for a change - did what little could be done, marvelled at people's inability to read signs that say "CLOSED/NO POWER" in giant letters, worried about the giant ice cream shipment we'd just gotten in that day, and smoked a lot of cigarettes. For FOUR HOURS.
And then the power came back up, and yet my story is not done. For shortly after, a couple higher-ups came waltzing in - the district manager and his boss, I believe. They poked around, talked to Connie, talked to my coworker Josh, checked out our drawers (we have to be under a certain amount at all times), and by the time they left, Josh was no longer my coworker. Whoops.
Then this morning, I get a call from Connie telling me that our other second shift guy was also "no longer with us," and would I like to come in tonight? And any other weekend? ANY OTHER? I would. But tonight, I have a very important date with fifty athletic men and a bottle of cheap vodka.
And all this, mind you, mere days after our overnight guy quit without notice.
So, right now, we have four people left at our store. I am actually rather proud to be one of them; since Connie showed up a month ago and started whipping the place into shape, Cumberland Farms has been a much better place to work and I actually do not hate it. I've gone from waiting to be fired to being, according to Connie, one of the people she most wants to keep. Hell, she's even got me helping to train someone next week. She's been talking about putting me on full time, which comes with magical things like benefits and vacation, and is going to try and get me a raise. Funny how much easier a job becomes when you know for a fact that your manager has faith in you.
Also important: Baseball this weekend. My superstitions are kicking in full force and I can barely talk about anything more in depth than the fact that there will, in fact, be games played this weekend, but yes. Baseball. And I splurged on a (fairly cheap) bottle of vodka and a gallon of orange juice, so I'm good to go. *deep breath*
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