I began the day at 3:00am, which sadly is not unusual. Met my coworker and walked in to work, and was surprised that I could not clock in right away. No big, used an over-ride, clocked in, and began to run some reports.
And then I looked at the schedule. I wasn't supposed to be in for another five freaking hours! I could still be sleeping! (There may have been some growling involved at this point.)
It may have looked something like this.
Fast forward to when I actually was scheduled to work:
Somehow, during the time when I went back to sleep, the servers for all the computer systems at work decided to say a big FU to the world in general. This kept the registers from being able to process any debit transactions at all, and credit cards worked every now and then. Much to the dismay of customers, we frequently had to resort to the old manual imprint of credit cards.
One very grumpy old man got very short about it. Like we were purposefully resorting to stone age methods just to mess with him. You caught us! April Fools!
We also have the surveys that print out on the receipts. Lots of places have these, and if you're not aware, I'm going to let you in on a secret. They often have you rate your experience on some preset scale. Ours is from 1-5. THIS IS A LIE!
The truth is, it does not matter how you rate your experience, unless you give a perfect 5. Everything else is a big fat 0. It's a yes-or-no question with 4 nos to 1 yes.
Only problem is, these surveys pretty much rule my professional life. If the store doesn't make our preset goals, I can kiss any chance of bonus, promotion, or peaceful cohabitation in the world goodbye. So unable to do anything involving a computer for the whole of my work day, I dedicated myself solely to customer service, tried to let everyone know about our register troubles as they entered so they could plan for alternate payment options in advance, or else just be prepared for a longer wait for their credit transactions, but a part of me still died inside every time I saw one of those little surveys print out.
Eventually, I managed to be able to throw myself into my car and head for home, and was faced with the ever daunting question of "What are we going to do for dinner?"
Husband is usually unhelpful with this question, but as Booger was being her usually destructive self and Squeaker was not yet sure if she was hungry or not, I'll have to forgive that.
But Huzzah! Just as I'm about to turn right into our subdivision, who is making a left-hand turn from the opposite direction? Who ends up right in front of me on his lovely route to deliciousness?
Schwans Man!!!
I now have two sleeping babies, a full belly, and Harry Potter on my television.
I'm good.
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