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 Since I'm tired of hearing the Late Guy tell me how much better everything is after he took over I decided to buy my weekly lottery ticket a day early, while the Weekend Guy was there. He told me that the place has been a mess and now one of the toilets was loose. I said he could contact the Boss to get the handy man to fix it but he said he's just going to pretend he never saw it. Sounds like a plan. I also noticed the Late Guy had ordered a lot of crackers, which don't sell. I tossed a bunch of stale ones when I worked there. And there's an inch of dust on top of the coffee maker. I considered writing the date in it but I didn't want the Weekend Guy to catch me. Oh well, I'm not in charge anymore. Also while I was hanging out the phone rang and it was the Manager of the Truck Stop. She wanted me to come in early. How did she know I was there? Also when I got home there was no call on my phone. It was her first try.  It turns out the Manager had a dental appoi...

 The Manager was complaining about how busy she was, customers, the delivery truck and Red Bull all showed up at the same time. I don't miss that. There were a few things for me to do but she got the bulk of it finished. I would suggest she leave some of it for me but there is no way I'd even hint at telling her what to do. Skippy was there, he was changing the fuel prices, it went down a whole 10¢. He wanted to call the Late Guy to change the sign across the street but didn't have his number, and the Manager didn't have his number. I have his number but nobody asked me so I kept quiet about it. Also the Manager set the price of unleaded 80¢ too high, I got a good laugh about that and let her know, she had to re-change the sign but I never checked the pumps.  There were four cars parked out on the lot, and four people sitting behind the wheel playing on their phones. I miss when we left our communication devices at home. The Tire Shop Guy came in and we were talking abo...

 The manager had gotten pissed at me yesterday because she had somewhere to go and I didn't come in at my usual time. Then Mrs. Late Guy came in, a little late, and she found out that I was off. It's OK, I never know what days I'm going to work.  Speaking of which the Boss called, he said that the Downtown Manager had to go to court next Monday and he needed to know what my day off was. I told him I was normally off on Tuesday but just working today since Mrs. Late Guy needed the day off. He was thinking I could cover Downtown and she could work the afternoon. I told him I hated working Downtown so now he's thinking she could cover Downtown and I'd work my normal shift, but I don't know what the final decision is going to be, I hope they tell someone before Tuesday.  So, there was a little plastic Jesus sitting on the place where we keep credit cards when people are filling up, then it disappeared. Then I found it and put it back. Then another Jesus showed up. A...

 I've come to the conclusion that the New Guy isn't being properly trained. Yesterday he left a dollar in quarters in the drawer so I had to drop a roll from the safe right away. Today, he left a $100 bill, which I had to cash out for small bills right away. Also every night when he comes in one of the other people are doing the cigarette count. He's not going to know anything, let's hope he doesn't have to work alone. Honestly, he needs to have to do everything the first week. This is a pending disaster and I hope I don't have to deal with it. I was trying to tell a customer where the lids for the cold cups were, simple instructions. I told him three time while pointing and he didn't listen to a word I said. I finally stormed over and pointed "there they are". Listen, look, pay attention. Those round plastic things next to the cups, yes, they are "lids" At the first of the shift I have to do the cigarette count, all the loose packs of sm...

 Tut Tut, it looks like rain, so I took the truck instead of my Bad Hawg. I would have taken the Jeep but the Unstable Guy has been coming around and I know he's pissed about not getting a jump start the other day.  I walk in to work and some guy blocks my way behind the counter so he can get ice, which he takes a long time getting. I'm standing there, waiting to step being the counter and clock in so I can go to work. Finally he gets done...and another asshole cuts in front of me to get ice. When he gets out of the way I mumble, but loudly enough for him to hear, about what an asshole he is for that crap. He had to rush so that he could be waited on by Mrs. Late Guy before I got in my drawer open.  The Coke bib, the plastic bag that holds they syrup, ran out. And naturally I got a mob of customers and they all headed to the soda machine. Sorry, nothing I can do until the place clears out. That's the joy of having to work a two person job by myself. A woman was looking fo...

When I went to work at the Haunted Station I started selling lottery. For years I've heard stories from people who "won big" but I always wondered how much they spent to get that big win? So I figured I would do an experiment, buy one ticket a week and keep track of the amount I spent versus how much I won. The thing was going fine but then I started buying tickets because the numbers looked right, or someone had just bought a bunch of one game and it was due to hit. There was also a guy who came in, told me what he wanted, I repeated it back to him and when I printed them out he told me they were wrong and I had to redo them, and pay for the tickets. So I figured I would start the experiment over in January, then I got sent back to the Truck Stop. This was a good thing because I wasn't tempted to buy more tickets than just once a week, on Friday I would drop by the Haunted Station and buy a single ticket. However the Late Guy has been annoying me lately, he keeps bra...