ocularnervosa

 The day started off fun! There was a woman hanging out around the side of the building, because the Manager won't run people off, she wasn't doing anything at the time so I let her be. Then she came in and asked if we had a bus schedule....ummmm...we're not a bus stop, why would we have a schedule, you have to go on line for that kind of thing in the modern world. "Someone told her" that we had a schedule but there isn't anyone around who would have done that, step one of "here comes trouble" by the way. Then she started bugging the customers for money or a ride so I had to go tell her to not do that. She told me that I couldn't tell her to stop bugging people so I did the "this is private property and you have to leave" speech, if you say that and they refuse you can call the cops. She told me she was "federal" and I couldn't tell her what to do, she was something alright. So she went and gathered up her stuff, and came ...

It was another day at the Haunted Station and another day of a backed up toilet. Since the mens room was closed a lot of pissers left angry and frustrated. One guy flung the front door open and stormed out, but you knew full well he wasn't going to buy anything. I told the polite people that they could use the ladies room but the rest could go to one of the other stations. I guess they did a test run on the food warmer across the street and the Manager not only forgot to fill up the water steamer tray on the bottom but had it set to high and burned everything. I'm glad I haven't been over there for the past two days. The Crazy Lady worked the afternoon shift at the Truck Stop and I guess she was bitching non stop about it. For years she complained that the afternoon shift people weren't getting enough done and now she knows what it's like to actually be busy all day long. I hope they keep her on the shift for the next two weeks because she will get to deal with the ...

The day started with me having to go and get keys made for the Haunted Station so I can lock up the cash drawer at the end of the night. The Boss gave me money for it but he only wanted me to get the one key for the office. I picked up the keys from the Late Guy and "whoopsy" made a copy of one for the front door too. If something comes up and I have to open I have a key and the Boss won't know. When I went to the hardware store the key guy didn't have blanks that matched, great, now what? But then one of the other employees, who use to work at the Truck Stop, came up to the counter and told the guy to check in the random spare box and sure enough, there were two blanks. So I got the keys, went back by the Haunted Station and dropped off the Late Guy's keys, checked to make sure the new ones worked and then went home to get ready for work. BTW, the Late Guy was complaining about the Part Time Woman, it seems she couldn't dump the outside trash because there wa...

 The first thing I saw when I got to work was a hot food rack, they are going to go through with this. They've been told by multiple people that it didn't work in the past and resulted in a lot of waste, however they are like most companies, the big bosses who live far far away know better than the people who have worked at the place for decades. Oh well, at least I don't have to take the responsibility for it. I hope they don't put hot dog rollers in because those things are the worst. They finally got all the pumps up and running and the #12 pump crashed. Figures. Also the #10 diesel pump will start running slow and shut all the other diesel pumps down. This is going to be fun. And it's raining today, and rained during the whole shift. Because of the bad weather in the area, and rock slide on the mountain, and a tornado in Santa Fe, nobody was traveling so it was slow all day. This turned out to be a good thing because it meant I didn't have to go dump the tra...

 Today started off normally, and didn't stay that way. The Late Guy came by to tell me that the state wants the station to stop pumping premium or plus fuel until they do a through test of the storage tanks. So I rushed to get out of order signs written out and to put them on the pump. Two things, there was no scotch tape in the drawer so I had to cut strips of packing tape and of course I got mobbed by people while I was trying to do it. I finally got everything ready, got to the door and discovered that the Manager had already marked the pumps. As usual nobody told me the second half of the story. As the Manager was closing the safe bill reader jammed up. This meant I was going to have to bundle drop money and I wouldn't be able to get any money back out. I've worked here long enough to keep extra coins and bills just in case. There was a homeless guy hanging around, he's been here before. He isn't trouble, he buys stuff and then sits outside with his dog. However...

 When I got to work I discovered that I had forgot my Dr Pepper, I can buy a 6-pack at the store for the same price of two bottles at work so I bring my own. As I was running to the cooler to grab one, (Cherry Dr Pepper by the way, if I was going to have to buy one I might as well buy the best one) I noticed that one of the trash cans didn't have a trash bag in it, the Manager must have gotten distracted. So instead I ran behind the counter and grabbed one before the crowd showed up and filled up the can itself. When I got outside I spotted the half full trash bag on the side of the building where the Manager left it. So now I had to haul that around to the dumpster as cars were showing up on the lot. Nothing like starting your day at a dead run. And a half hour later I got my Cherry Dr Pepper. Another guy came in to ask about my Bad Hawg (my electric trike). We went through the usual, how much did it cost? How long did the battery last? He asked if they had a fat wheel version and...

 When I got to work it wasn't busy, the Manager had counted down her drawer but I waited for the Late Guy to close his so I could get the register that isn't under the air conditioner vent. While I was logging in a couple of local lowlifes came in, the guy was bleeding from "some kind of wound" and they wanted to know if we'd call an ambulance. The theory is that she stabbed him. The Manager wanted to know what the phone number was to call the ambulance so I said "911?", she didn't punch me. The ambulance showed up along with the EMTs and they stitched the guy up. He could have gone to the emergency room for the same thing. And you know they aren't going to pay the bill. There is an overflow revisor on the fill caps for the big fuel tanks and one of the drivers had dumped diesel in there. The Late Guy, who was working the morning, wanted to go pump it out. He got ready but he got a call from the Boss, the state inspector was at the Haunted Statio...