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I don't have time for a proper update, but I wanted to wish my brother, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
makeshift_guru, a Happy Birthday.
Go on, people, give 'im hell. :)
makeshift_guru, a Happy Birthday.Go on, people, give 'im hell. :)
2004-02-19
I can not begin to convey how thrilled I am to be home. My rather crappy day began first thing. I walked in, clocked in at 555am, and walked back to Accounting. I met Mr. Lindley walking in the door. He asked about the stupid F#%KING packet of information. I got kinda upset about this, since I didn't have it ready. I asked him what it was he was looking for, because I was at a loss how to begin.
I"m sure I got a little short in the exchange that followed, because he turned and made a comment about my attitude (or why I'm always in a bad mood, or something). I shot back that I wasn't pissed off when we were discussing what he wanted, but that I was "getting pissed off now."
That tainted my whole damn day. I couldn't get the tickets to balance, so I had to wait to cut off, which meant another pan to count (since I had to let the night checker go, whether I was cutting off or not). Then, the closer's numbers were so screwed that it was hard to imagine how she could have convinced herself that everything was fine. There were two pans short, that couldn't be. There were three more than had been tendered either over or short. The lottery tickets had been miscounted. I had to fix the line number for the lottery tickets. And this was in the first thirty minutes.
The day got worse from there. I finished things up in the office, but was showing $1300 short. Needless to say, this had me on edge, even if just a little. I got Glen to check behind me, and what I had matched (but, upon reflection, I didn't recount the accounting cash drawer). I decided that it must be in the deposits, since that happened earlier this week, the last time the same person had closed.
When Loomis showed up, I checked and rechecked the bundles. I found an extra $100 bill in one bundle, and there was a bundle of $5 bills that was dropped without being noted on the deposit slip. (We do NOT drop fives. We can't afford to.) So, I found $350. I told my manager that we were $1000 short. He got all short again. I was trying to explain it, and he just pissed me the f#%k off (I originally wrote that out). I blew up at him, and finally explained what it looked like.
We went downstairs, and we pulled the closer (whose shift was 10a-7 today) into the back to discuss it. She had no idea what was going on. Mr. Lindley seemed to immediately think it was that someone took it. A Co-Manager friend of his showed up, and he had her checking figures with me. She finally told me to do another count.
I did. The bloody money was there. WTF?! I counted that. I was so frustrated about that. I was really, really, really, mad at myself over that, since the closer was really upset about it. (I remember the crap I went through last year about the same kind of situation.) Anyway, everything was fine, or so I thought.
Before we could go to the lottery training seminar for the "pick your numbers" type lottery games, he wanted the schedules put in. I went up there to do it. He began asking about the Front End schedule, and having us make changes. Wouldn't you know it? He kept at us until I blew up again. I couldn't take the stress of getting the schedule done because we were supposed to be en route to the seminar. I sat there, hunched over my chair, calming myself, while Joyce got the schedule finished. Then, because he said "goodbye", I left, even though I would have had another 30 minutes or so, since I didn't go to the seminar. I didn't care. I was fed up.
I actually have a bloody headache from all of the stress I went through today. I've taken a couple of Tylenol, and I'm going to reinstall Windows XP, since the CD arrived in the mail today. I need to leave positive feedback before I get started, though.
Also, dinner tonight will be very good, since it's Aron's birthday. We're going to be getting barbecue chicken, celery seed chicken, and assorted vegetables. It should be good.
Right now, I need rest.
I"m sure I got a little short in the exchange that followed, because he turned and made a comment about my attitude (or why I'm always in a bad mood, or something). I shot back that I wasn't pissed off when we were discussing what he wanted, but that I was "getting pissed off now."
That tainted my whole damn day. I couldn't get the tickets to balance, so I had to wait to cut off, which meant another pan to count (since I had to let the night checker go, whether I was cutting off or not). Then, the closer's numbers were so screwed that it was hard to imagine how she could have convinced herself that everything was fine. There were two pans short, that couldn't be. There were three more than had been tendered either over or short. The lottery tickets had been miscounted. I had to fix the line number for the lottery tickets. And this was in the first thirty minutes.
The day got worse from there. I finished things up in the office, but was showing $1300 short. Needless to say, this had me on edge, even if just a little. I got Glen to check behind me, and what I had matched (but, upon reflection, I didn't recount the accounting cash drawer). I decided that it must be in the deposits, since that happened earlier this week, the last time the same person had closed.
When Loomis showed up, I checked and rechecked the bundles. I found an extra $100 bill in one bundle, and there was a bundle of $5 bills that was dropped without being noted on the deposit slip. (We do NOT drop fives. We can't afford to.) So, I found $350. I told my manager that we were $1000 short. He got all short again. I was trying to explain it, and he just pissed me the f#%k off (I originally wrote that out). I blew up at him, and finally explained what it looked like.
We went downstairs, and we pulled the closer (whose shift was 10a-7 today) into the back to discuss it. She had no idea what was going on. Mr. Lindley seemed to immediately think it was that someone took it. A Co-Manager friend of his showed up, and he had her checking figures with me. She finally told me to do another count.
I did. The bloody money was there. WTF?! I counted that. I was so frustrated about that. I was really, really, really, mad at myself over that, since the closer was really upset about it. (I remember the crap I went through last year about the same kind of situation.) Anyway, everything was fine, or so I thought.
Before we could go to the lottery training seminar for the "pick your numbers" type lottery games, he wanted the schedules put in. I went up there to do it. He began asking about the Front End schedule, and having us make changes. Wouldn't you know it? He kept at us until I blew up again. I couldn't take the stress of getting the schedule done because we were supposed to be en route to the seminar. I sat there, hunched over my chair, calming myself, while Joyce got the schedule finished. Then, because he said "goodbye", I left, even though I would have had another 30 minutes or so, since I didn't go to the seminar. I didn't care. I was fed up.
I actually have a bloody headache from all of the stress I went through today. I've taken a couple of Tylenol, and I'm going to reinstall Windows XP, since the CD arrived in the mail today. I need to leave positive feedback before I get started, though.
Also, dinner tonight will be very good, since it's Aron's birthday. We're going to be getting barbecue chicken, celery seed chicken, and assorted vegetables. It should be good.
Right now, I need rest.
