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 When I got to work the first thing I saw was the old hitchhiker guy from yesterday. He had wandered off the day before so I didn't have to worry about it but I was going to have to take care of it today, then the Fates lent me a hand. He came walking by my car as I got out so I told him he couldn't bug customers at the station. No asking for money, no asking for rides. Thankfully he didn't try to get into a fight and claim he wasn't doing anything, or he had permission, or any of the other stuff I have to hear. He's going to find out that after the years of trouble caused by the "Going to Denver for 4/20" crowd caused that the earth wanderers are not welcome at any of the businesses in town. Seriously, break-ins, fights, harassing people, and it's not like Colorado sent any of their drug money to compensate for the problem they created. Mrs. Late Guy told me she saw the nutter woman from the night before heading down the highway. The woman claimed she...

 I posted my blog yesterday and then realized I forgot something. The Dyslexic Woman needs a day off in two weeks on a Friday (which coincidentally is the High School homecoming). This means they will need someone to cover a shift at the Downtown Station and the boss realizes that I hate working there, so he's having the Random Woman cover and he wants me to cover the shift at the Haunted Station. The problem is Friday is my day off and he doesn't want to pay me overtime so he figured I could take Monday and Tuesday off, two full days in a row. The problem? If the tanks at the Haunted Station don't get fixed and inspected they could be closed so the Random Woman would be available to work Downtown and her shift wouldn't have to be covered. This means I could work my normal schedule, no two days in a row off. Why does this stuff always happen to me? I have company so I needed to find a key to the house, I knew the spare was in one of my drawers but which one? As I was lo...

 When I got to work the Manager was hauling ice over to the West Side Station. She asked me to park on the side of the lot so she could pull up to the back door. Here's the thing, I park way off to the end of the building and wouldn't have been in her way. So I have no idea what that was about. So every day I do a daily photo from the same spot, that way the image is always the same but due to weather and the light and stuff moving through it there is always something different. Well today a semi rolled in hauling a military tank and they stopped right in the middle of where I take my photo, so I rushed outside and just as I got there some pissed pulled right into the middle of it. I still took the photo because I knew what was going to happen, the people were going to sit there until the truck pulled out, and I was right. They used the restroom, they hung around, they didn't buy anything, and after the truck pulled out they finally left. Someone really clogged the toilet. ...

 When I walked in the Manager was still putting stuff away from the delivery truck. Whenever she does that she talks to herself, mumbling, complaining, sometimes singing parts of songs (today was Down By The Schoolyard). I tell customers that she has Tourette's. The Manager says that Skippy claimed she was $88 dollars short on her last paperwork. There's a fight brewing. The Dyslexic Woman came over from the Haunted Station. She held on to some guy's ID while he filled up and then when he came in he had a fleet card, which they don't take. So she came over to the Truck Stop, where we take the card, and had to do a forced entry, where you manually put in the amount, however the register started acting up and kept saying it couldn't run the card "at cash price" and wouldn't convert either. I was trying to calculate how much more it would be in order to work as a regular gas purchase when the register suddenly decided that it would take the card. I made s...

 Happy Labor Day. I wasn't looking forward to work today because Mrs. Late Guy had to cover at the West Side Station and I was going to be working the shift alone. If I got really busy I wouldn't be able to get to the trash cans or any disasters in the restroom, I'd be too busy covering the register. However we're in the middle of the trump economy and it wasn't any busier than a summer Saturday. I'm not looking forward to this fall when business drops off to nothing. Speaking of the West Side Station I had gone by there and I couldn't help but notice, their pumps need work, the ice machine isn't working, the shelves are half empty and half the lights are burned out. I'm wondering what the future of the place is. When I got to work I was instantly pissed off. Bigfoot left me a crap drawer, there was about thirty dollars in five dollar bills, no tens or twenties and a hundred dollar bill. How am I suppose to open a drawer with no small change and a hu...

Since it's Sunday morning I ran to the store, because the good people are in church and the bad people are still sleeping off Saturday night. While I was out I figured I would drop by the West Side Station to see if the Weekend Guy was alive or did they find him tossed in the dumpster. He was still alive and had no idea what happened. He said some woman had taken her dog for a walk and it didn't come across anything so whatever happened was after he left. I figure someone found one of the homeless crowd out back, or the guy who likes to throw rocks at cars got an early start this time around. I'm still waiting to find out what is going on.  When I got to work yesterday the Part Time Woman hadn't gotten out of her drawer so I had to stand there and wait. I guess as her and Mrs. Late Guy were leaving she was complaining that I don't talk to her. Gee, I guess after working with her at the Haunted Stations, her being a world class b*tch and even having her sawed off pun...