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Problemless with problems
by Rebel Leader
Location: Where angels lose their way...
Age: 22    Sex : M
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Unusual happenings at work 7/8/2002
Well, I went in to work at 4, but got there early so I went straight to the break room. Josh came in and handed me the remote control to the cart pusher and said I would need it tonight. Okay, first let me tell you why I don't like using it.

1. It's way more hassle than it's worth unless you need to get a lot of carts in one trip. And the only reason you would need to do that is if you were sitting back and letting the parking lot get littered with enough carts to go and get some more. That's not a very good way to be a stockman.
2. It's better exercise pushing them by hand.

So anyway, he told me I would need the remote tonight, obviously because there were a lot of carts on the lot, meaning he hasn't been doing his job very well. I said, "Okay, I'll take it but I won't use it." He started to say something but stuttered, and then made a loud noise indicating he was annoyed (as always) and walked out of the break room.

Well, his shift ended when mine began, so he left, leaving the carts half full (which is usual for him, go on break or lunch when it's time to with no compromises for the condition of the carts). The parking lot had more carts on it than I had seen it in a long time, and half of them were in actual parking spaces. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt that it could have been really busy and he was unable to keep the carts full no matter how hard he tried. I proved that theory wrong when I easily filled the carts, and the people greeter told me that he would come by when he was working and the carts would be half full and he would say they are fine. Even if they were fine, he still had to deal with the scattered carts on the parking lot. I spent the better part of my shift cleaning up the lot after his shift, so I was behind when it came time for me to clock out, so I stayed a half an hour later to finish.

Besides carts, at lunch I talked to Tracy awhile about her fiance whom she met online, and he lives in Michigan. They have been talking for almost 2 years and he has visited her a couple times. I just think... wow. I just hope it works out. We have plans to see "The Lord of the Rings" since she hasn't seen it and we want to start hanging out. (she used to hang out with Greg) I have plans to go see that same movie with Carly on Tuesday, though she's seen it 5 times, lol. She planned it though. She won't let me come over with her parents there because she doesn't like anyone meeting her parents, and they will supposedly be gone on Tuesday. They are truck drivers.

Rebekah was doing a massive cleaning job in the Radio Grill today and I helped her out with what I could, though I had my stockman duties, too. I helped her a little during my lunch. I just wish I could have helped her the whole time. She was working so hard, because the manager in there always complains how messy and dirty things are in there.

Oh, one more thing: When it was my scheduled time to leave, my dad came by to get me, and saw I still had a fair amount of carts to organize (thanks to Josh), he came and helped me gather them up! Well, that's it. I wish either Kelli or Becky was on so I could talk to them. Carly too. Oh yeah, I've been working a little more on my RPG, though I'm a little stumped at the part of the storyline I'm at. Oh well, I'll think of it. Later!

 
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sorry I can't get on as late anymore. My dad is going through that stupid "go to bed early" thing again

ttyl

~Kitsuchi

 

   


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