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 The thing about Mondays is I work with Mrs. Late Guy for four hours. So I don't have to rush to get in. I don't have to do any of the stocking. Unfortunately I have to work the register that is right under the air conditioner so I had to wear my jacket all day. I was also stuck listening to the Top 40 radio for half the day and...I can't tell the difference between songs, they all sound the same. Same rhythm, same manufactured music, same general lyrics. Maybe I'm getting old but I just wanted something in which the singer was actually interested in the lyrics rather than just singing them, some anger, some sorrow, some passion, not just singing the lyrics. I guess I got old somewhere along the way. Anyhow the Random Woman showed up to work early across the street. It turns out Mr. and Mrs. Late Guy had to go to a school meeting in the afternoon. Pretty soon I'm gonna have to buy raffle tickets, I hope they have good prizes. There's a crackhead that comes aroun...

 My first customer of the day was complaining because the pumps cut off at a $100, it's a credit card thing. Anyhow I let him leave his card and finish filling up, but he couldn't get the pump on. I tried to tell him to hang it up and let the screen clear out but he wouldn't shut up and walked out the door, he figured it out. He finished and came in but then he tried to walk out without scanning his card, then ran the magnetic strip instead of using the chip (hello, 21st Century here) and then tried to walk out without signing. That's the kind of guy who will end up driving into the back of a school bus. Mrs. Late Guy told me the Doofus had come in first thing in the morning to buy cigarettes. He asked her how it's going and she replied "You know, work work work", and then realized he had been out of work for three weeks and can't seem to get a job. I started laughing, I know it's horrible but the look on her face when she was telling me what happe...

 When I got to work yesterday the Part Time Woman was at work, so she hasn't quit yet. I have to wonder what she's up to, what her end game is. She's probably going to wait for Memorial Day weekend and not show up. This should be interesting. So, being paranoid here, when I worked at the Haunted Station Skippy would always set the price 10 to 20¢ higher than at the Truck Stop. I always wondered why considering the fuel came from the same delivery company, both stations should have the same price. Today I noticed that the price at the Haunted Station is 10¢ lower than at the Truck Stop. I get the feeling he was doing it intentionally, trying to reduce business when I was the manager over there and now trying to increase it while the Late Guy is running the place. Again, could be paranoia but it just seems really suspicious. Also they went through the Truck Stop inventory and pulled all the outdated stock. He, Skippy, would always be bitching about outdated stock at the Haunt...

 Thankfully it was a busy day so time passed quickly and I didn't have to come up with stuff to do so I looked busy.  A guy came in and claimed he saw people with their credit chip implanted into their wrists. I have a lot of doubts about that story considering all the problems you can have with the chips themselves, plus the need for regular updates and what do you do when your information is stolen? I didn't get into a discussion with him about it because I just didn't want to have that conversation.  Again with the paper towels in the restrooms! I've worked there two weeks and I've changed them out four times. Does anyone else check the rolls? At least I caught this one before it ran out and there was one guy out on the lot and his card wouldn't work, so he was on the phone with his bank. Plus now I know how the stupid rollers work.  When I was working across the street someone had spilled super glue all over the counter at the Truck Stop. When I went in toda...

 When I got to work the Manager told me that the Crazy Lady hadn't showed up for two days. I really wish they'd hire a couple of people and cut loose the dead weight. Also, just as I figured, the price of gas jumped 30¢ a gallon overnight. I did have a laugh later on when I looked across the street and they set the cash price 10¢ too low on their sign. I bet the Dyslexic woman, who was working the morning shift today, was getting a lot of crap about the higher price on the pump. And, the Late Guy was probably the one who changed the sign, he's really proving his worth as a manager (and making me look good in the process) The people on the morning shift like to haul the floor mats outside, and leave them there, I have to haul them in the first chance I get. Except today it snowed and they got soaking wet. I had to wait for a couple of hours after the snow ended plus I had to mop up the floor where people tracked up the uncovered floor. I hate that.  A Coke repair guy showed ...

 The first thing I discovered when I got to work was the drain on the Coke machine had clogged up and the ice melting down from the hopper was filling it up. I had to bail it out every hour. I figured I would be evil and not tell the Graveyard Shift, instead I would get it all dried out just before I left, that didn't work out.  (to be continued at closing time) The company we get our bulk supples from have started something new and they have an inspector come around to check the stores, to see if the prices are right and is there any outdated stock. The Manager hates her. She was doing her thing and it worked out for me because I got some outdated pretzels and trail mix. Thankfully the woman finished up and left before I was fully into my drawer so I didn't have to deal with her. They told me a pump tech was suppose to show up and do a pressure test. It meant my pumps were going to be shut down for an hour or two, oh no, I'm going to get paid to not have to deal with custo...