Another Bad Work Day

I was suppose to work from ten to seven. Worked instead from ten to two thirty. Yesterday at the day job, I was out by two. I really don't want to think about my coming paycheck. Well, at least I have two frozen turkeys in the freezer.

I only had one delivery. Actually I had two, but the second and last one, I had to bring back as the person who ordered and paid by credit card wasn't there. She had gone to Wallyworld and had left her phone at home. Even although every business looks at the ID and credit card, and WE TELL THEM that WE WILL, and must do so, and the slip must been signed by the cardholder, never the less, we quite often run into this situation. For some reason, pizza is different and they can just up and leave because "it's already paid for". I was so desperate that I actually hung out for 15 minutes in the hope that she would come back, before calling the store.

So at that point, having reminded the assistant manager that I existed, she sent me home. Yes, I spend my time there, doing this; starting the pizza sauce, setting up the salad bar, starting making salad, washing dishes, doing the last two over and over, emptying pizza sauce out, washing mixing bowl, starting making seven bags of pizza dough, making delivery take out salads, folding small and medium pizza boxes, putting them up, staying in the back and making sure I was doing something when assistance manger came to the back to smoke out the back door. She stands in the doorway and does it. I believe the law says 20 feet, yes? But I already have enough problems with this person, so I don't say anything. Besides the supervisors that I like sit right outside the door and smoke. Don't want to fuck them over.

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Put another foot onto Margaret's scarf. It's her Christmas present. Jackie's is done, Brother-in-law's is done, but offered it to Mr. Traffic last night (75th birthday!!!), co-worker's is halfway done. Bought some more yarn, so I can replace B-in-L's. Out of the Parton's Bohemia yarn, had to buy kacki colored chenille, blech. Like a man really going to like that. but, there was nothing darker in the super thick yarn.

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Feet are killing me. It's my shoes, they are BAD, must replace them. But my feet hurt so much, I just couldn't bear the idea of walking anymore and so, just went home after buying yarn. Only have two cans of cat food. Maybe the cats' can't count, . . . gonna be like that Got Milk commercial with the old lady and the powdered milk.