work and jury duty shit

*No work today. However, will have to go get paycheck, and I'm pretty sure I'll have to have a talk with Sheri about the closing procedure getting half-assed done on Sunday night. I don't mean to piss her off or anything, especially since it was the first time I had closed by myself EVER, but I didn't really like having to work with a broken lock on the safe and having to run back and forth from the back, especially when I didn't even break it. Also, I wanted to get everything done right, and it's kind of hard to go and check that Nikki's doing everything right when I'm up front trying to get stuff done and it's kind of busy for a Sunday night. I will also have to tell her that I'm having a problem with Danielle dropping in and pitching in behind the register when she's not on the clock or whatever. Last night when I came in, there was a line that Crystal was waiting on, the counter was FULL of rentals that had to be ran out, the games hadn't even been put away, late calls had to be done, FOS needed to be done, new rentals had to be prepared. Crystal took the new rentals to the back to get them done, then Danielle dropped in and she and Crystal kind of holed themselves in the back all night working on them. Crystal says she was working hard to get them done as quickly as she could, but I don't know if there was a point in Danielle being back there with her. She monopolized the phone, trying to get someone to fill in for her and I had late calls that needed to be done, and the fax phone wasn't connecting and I didn't even get late calls done till just before eight. And if Sheri wants to ask me about that $15.50 that was short from my drawer the other night, fine by me. I have no idea how it could be short $15.50, considering that I count all bill change three times before it's in the customer's hand; if I had overchanged someone, I think I would have noticed. Maybe I did, but that's rare. However, and I really hate to point fingers here, Danielle was by my register at one point that night. I don't know if she rang anyone up, but once again, she wasn't even on the clock and possibly helping people out. And how the hell am I supposed to get any sort of experience in closing when whenever I'm working with Danielle, she just naturally assumes the lead and takes it all on herself to close down the store and here I am, responsible for straightening and all of that shit? The times I've done it while assisted before, I never had any problems. I don't get it. I'm getting really frustrated. I kind of feel that this job is turning into Spencer's all over again, but with more hours.

*And I'm going to have to drop the news that it looks like I will indeed be serving jury duty this coming week. If I could have let her know a little further in advance to accomodate the schedule, I would have. But I can't exactly weasel out of jury duty (government stuff, you know?). Hopefully the trial I'll be serving on won't last very long. (And since I'm assigned to go to court in Hammond, let's cross our fingers I won't know who's contesting whatever it may be.)

Hell, maybe I should just start looking for a new job....

OH FUCK!!!!!!! I JUST REMEMBERED SOMETHING!!! I scheduled a job interview for Monday, and I'll more than likely be on jury duty that day!!! I'm going to have to call them up and see if I can reschedule. Damn, damn, damn!!!!

Onto other things...what do I need for Lara Croft costume?:
--khaki shorts (check)
--light green/black scoopneck tank top (might have to look around for one)
--brown hiking boots (I might have a pair downstairs in storage)
--white socks (check)
--hair extension (can get that at K-Mart maybe)
--leg holsters (help!! I've sold them since I last did this costume!...maybe I can rig up my own)
--brown leather backpack (Cheaper Than Dirt has them for $3.33)
--fingerless gloves (need help finding these, too)

*hmmm*

I work 12 to 8 tomorrow.


Anyone want to hang out or go do something before Rocky tomorrow night?

If not, I'm going to Wal-Mart to bug Kevin or fart around doin' nothing.
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What's the difference between Michael Jackson and a grocery sack?


One's white and plastic and dangerous for your kids to play with, and the other one is what you carry groceries in.

wooooooooooooooo!!

Best. Paycheck. EVER!! (So far!)

I can afford to go to Fright Fest. Happy. Very happy.

JURY DUTY THIS COMING THURSDAY. Yuck.

And I don't have to reschedule that job interview I have at *shuts mouth about where she's interviewing at*. (Trust me, people. If you found out, you might stone me.)

Need to find a place that sells khaki shorty-shorts. Or else dye a pair of shorts I already have khaki.