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 up looking for old equipment they had already removed. I told him he was looking for the West Side Station. I don't think he believed me. He got on the phone and left, for the West Side Station.
It was a boring night so when the Tow Truck Driver came in and we got into a long conversation about strange murders in the area I was kind of glad, killed about an hour (pun intended). The best one was a body they found hanging in a tree despite it just being a hundred yards of a regularly traveled road. Seems the guy was a cop who got involved with drug smugglers, got busted, turned states evidence and then disappeared. Well, they found him.
Since it snowed the place was empty. The clouds cleared off, the sun came out and there was a spectacular photo opportunity, low lying clouds, snow covered mountains peaking out above them and the perfect afternoon sunlight. And just as I got to the door a caravan of 5th wheel campers rolled in. They were part of construction company and the rest of the trucks showed up, along with several tourist. When the place finally cleared out, almost an hour later, the photo op was over.
When I was being swarmed on a woman asked me if her husband had come inside. This might be a surprise but I had no idea who her husband is. And it turns out he was outside waiting for her the whole time.
The Storyteller came in and the place was empty so he told me about his dog, again, and his wife, again, and his car, again. He left happy.
I was going to do the ice in the soda machine and a couple showed up, to do a weeks worth of junk food shopping. They got into a long conversation about Reese's and which was best, pieces or cups. Finally they finished and then got into a long conversation about Slushies. And then they left.
Some annoying guy at the pump kept hitting the "Help" button which I then have to clear off the register. That button is for handicapped people and he clearly isn't. I glared at him and he turned on his pump, filled up and left without coming in. Seriously, every time you hit a button like that at a pump it sets off annoying noises on the register, Stop Doing It!
A truck driver came in and told me he had to walk from across the street since they were already closed. The Weekend Guy had been working over there and he must have gotten bored and closed up. It must be nice to set your own hours.
As the clock ticked down I wondered if anyone from the Graveyard Shift would show up. The Crazy Lady had missed two days and Stinky likes to take three day weekends. If nobody came in I was going to get really angry at the bosses. Anyhow they both came in, the Crazy Lady was really being sick (I don't think she'll win any Academy Awards). Skippy showed up too, in case nobody had come in and he had to lock the place up for the night. I bolted as fast as I could. Hopefully I only have to put up with this for a couple of months and then the rumors come true and I get to move over to the West Side Station where I don't have to wait for someone to show up.
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