apparently i did something really, terribly wrong at some point to deserve tonight's shift. it all started when i'd forgotten to set my alarm the night before. i woke up at 12:49 p.m. whoops. then mike calls to ask me to come in an hour early. ok, whatever.

it was busy. which normally isn't a problem as long as everyone carries their own weight (holy shit, defender flashback, can i take back that choice of words?). but the counter people wouldn't do ANYTHING. i don't know how many times i tried to "remind" them of their responsibilities.

but whatever. things really got interesting when i got the call from the soccer camp over at green mountain. and realized that this massive (turned out to total $163) order would have to be made around 8:30 and the counter people were gone at 8. i started to become a bit overwhelmed. once drive was wrapped around the store and the lobby was full and the counter people STILL WOULD NOT DROP FRIES, i became very overwhelmed. once the shake machine got messed up because someone let chocolate syrup run through all of the lines (think the only selections available being strawberry-chocolate, milk-chocolate (vanilla), raspberry-chocolate, and chocolate-chocolate), i lost it. add to it a woman stopping to "not complain, just ask" about the sales tax and try to tell me about my own store, and i told jason i'd be back in a minute, walked to the freezer, went inside, kicked a few boxes, and screamed.

made me feel a bit better.

the camp order sucked--neither jason nor i knew how to make the system accept such a huge order (after $99, the registers assume there's been a mistake and lock unless you access the right area), so chris (who runs the camp that wait, i WENT to, and i played against his soccer team all four years in high school) thought we were idiots and i was ready to curl up and cry. but there were also customers in the lobby and wait! drive was wrapped around the damn building again.

the night ended ok for me, i got to go out to the managers office and count the drawers and listen to music and just hope the money added up (which it did, for the most part). but DAMN.

jokingly told mike and paula that since i had next monday and tuesday off and howie was playing in d.c., i wanted to kill two birds with one stone and go down to see the city and the show. mike took me seriously and said he was going to the managers' convention in philly and i just needed to find a place in d.c. i could stay. LMAO. then he said i should call clint and stay there. HA!

but after tonight, i deserve that type of mini-getaway. ;-) riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. and then i'd be obsessive. not so much.