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 I've been doing a lottery experiment, once a week I buy a scratch ticket then I keep track of how much I spent versus how much I won. I'm down fifty bucks by the way. Anyhow I was dropping by the Haunted Station on Friday to buy one but the Late Guy, who is the manger over there now, has been bugging me when he boasts and brags about what a great job he does, so I go on Thursday morning when the Weekend Guy is there. Plus this Friday I have a big package showing up and I have to be home when it arrives. Anyhow I went and bought my ticket this morning, and I lost again. The Weekend Guy is pissed at the Dyslexic Woman because she called him and asked him to go to work early yesterday. It seems her daughter's boyfriend is abusing her and the Dyslexic Woman had to take her to the hospital yesterday, what a mess.  The back room at the Haunted Station is a mess. There is all kinds of new equipment being stored for their future restaurant, but that's not what I was looking at...

 When I got to work the Manager was in a bad mood, she had been dealing with grouchy customers plus the safe had stopped working after Skippy did something to it. She tried turning it off and on again and it started working. She wanted to know what I had done but it had rebooted on its own. It worked the rest of the night. I've noticed a car parked on the edge of the lot for a few days but nobody said anything about it. Is it broke down? Is it an auction car they are coming back for? Is it abandon? If it's still there when the Boss comes back he'll have it towed. Last week the #5 pump wouldn't authorize, it would take cards or prepays but the contact buttons won't engage. I had bagged it out and planned to unbag it at the end of my shift, but I forgot. When I went in it was operating again. Today it was bagged out again, it must be doing the same thing and if the Boss complains I can say I didn't do it. I did put another "Please Pay Inside" note on pum...

I got up early and went to the Haunted Station, the Late Guy had asked for help replacing a hose on a pump and needed two people, he had contacted me and The Weekend Guy to come by. I hopped on my Bad Hawg and headed to the station. When I got there the Late Guy wanted to know what I was doing, I said "well it's Monday..." I guess he was having a problem with his weekly supply order and had forgotten, he left his tools at home so I was watching the register while he ran and got them. On the way back he picked up the Weekend Guy since he walks everywhere.  So the Late Guy gets back, pulls out the hose and...it's the wrong one, it was a heavy duty short hose for a diesel pump, not a regular dispenser hose. He went across the street to the Truck Stop to see if they had some regular hoses in the storage shed but they didn't. So he has to order one, the morning was a waste of time, plus I'll have to go back next Monday and do it all over again. While I was at the H...

 When I woke up my phone was ringing. My first thought was "Great, what do they want at work now?" but it turned out to be my brother. He was hauling the flatbed trailer out to my other brother's house, he's rebuilding his deck and needs to get a load of wood. I hadn't seen both my brothers at the same time in a while so I went along, however it turned into a two hour chat session which put me behind for the day. So I didn't post my daily blog. Sorry. When I got to work there was a guy cutting the grass in the green area in front of the station. The rain over the past couple of weeks really caused it to grow.  There was a car parked at the diesel pump, they weren't getting fuel and it's one of the quickest ways to piss me off. They got out and were screwing around under the hood so I figured they were having car trouble, but I also noticed that it was the Old Guitar Player who has been told on multiple occasions to stay away from the place. They finall...

It was a normal Saturday, the place was swarming with tourists and the Part Time Woman hadn't closed her drawer before I got there so I could count it in and go to work. When I finally did count it she was $4 off, she had shorted me a dollar bill but hadn't counted one of the two rolls of dimes she left in the drawer, there is no need to leave that many dimes by the way. Mrs. Late Guy was telling me about a restroom disaster, someone had plugged up the men's room toilet and then every customer that came in after kept flushing it, until it overflowed and flooded the place. Thankfully there is a floor drain but they still had to unclog the toilet and mop the floor, all in between crowds of pissers. Thankfully I didn't have any problems for the rest of the day, but I did keep an eye on it. I noticed a new seat on the men's room toilet. I bet there's a story there but nobody said anything. Maybe I'll ask later. My first customers was a swarm of Scouts, four vans...

 It's lottery ticket day, part of my year long experiment, and I'm still avoiding the Late Guy because I don't want to hear what a great job he's doing. I dropped by the Haunted Station in the morning when the Weekend Guy is working instead, and boy did he have complaints. The Haunted Station has run out of plastic bags, I use to order two cases at a time when we started to run low just to make sure. Also all the pumps are working like crap and they still haven't fixed the credit card problem. And now they're getting a pizza oven and a burger grill, I'm not sure how that's going to work out, is it self service, are the employees suppose to handle it, are they going to install a proper sink for cleanup or are they going to use the utility sink? I'm pretty sure the health department would have a word to say about that. I think it's just another pending disaster waiting to happen. Another thing that bugs me when I chat with the Weekend Guy is that h...