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I mentioned that I might post about my cook, and why he is on probation. I think that I shall do so today.

I inherited most of my associates from the previous manager when I tookthe store in ’93. I probably would not have hired most of them myself, but you do with what you have sometimes.

I used to have this college girl that worked my 2nd shift. She was pretty and personable on the outside, but like most women, her head was full of fucking snakes. She fucked anything that moved. I know that she pretty blatantly offered on several occasions, but I learned a long time ago to just act like I don’t even notice, and eventually they go away.

It took about a year or so, but after having slept with most of my other cooks, and probably some of the customers, she and my 1st shift cook hooked up and started dating. Of course she was still sleeping around, but that didn’t seem to bother him much, that or he is just fucking stupid. Maybe a combination of both.

A little over a year ago I got a new manager trainee (for some strange reason they keep sticking me with the job of training new managers). He is a pretty nice guy. He was there for maybe a month or so before he nailed this waitress that my cook was dating. Needless to say, this made for a coupple of interesting encounters. Eventually it got to the point where she was with the manager more than her boyfriend, so he shows up at the trainees house one night, probably geeked up on something, and proceeds to beat the crap out of the guy. Broke several ribs, even broke his own hand. Should have used a baseball bat.

He gets to spend a couple of days in jail, the trainee spends the day at the hospital. Another day in fucking paradise. In a perfect world, I would have fired the waitress, and the manager trainee. The cook didn’t really do anything wrong as far as his job was concerned since all of this happened off site. We do have fraternization rules which had been explained at length to the trainee, so he was perfectly aware that just by seeing the waitress, he was violating company policy.

I ended up letting the waitress transfer to another store so she could find some new guys to fuck. She moved in with the manager trainee (and works for him now that he has his own store). I kept my cook, but of course he ended up on probation due to all of this. Now he is spending some quality time with the rest of the crack-heads in Carroll County jail on a probation hold.

I will probably suck it up and just cook his shifts for a month or so, which is when he goes back to court. If they don’t let him out in April, it will be June, and I am going to replace his ass long before then. It’s not that I mind cooking his shifts, but I am basically lazy and don’t feel like I should have to work that damn hard after 19 years.

More about the snake lady

My animal loving waitress also happens to have a house full of snakes. Not garden snakes and the like, but fucking poisonous snakes. Cobras, Rattle Snakes, and shit like that. Her “old man” known as Snake Man. No shit. They raise snakes and handle snakes. Sell them to the whacked out Baptists and shit. Today her complaint is with our insurance and the fact that they won’t pay for Ambien or soemthing like that, so she can’t sleep. Hell, with a bunch of fucking snakes in the house and dogs that kill each other I couldn’t sleep either, especially thinking about that upcoming patchouli smell in the next couple of months. They are both actually pretty nice people, but damn. I just don’t know some days. I though that I was pretty fucked up growing up, but nowadays I think that my folks did a pretty good job.

Due to the fact that one of my morning shift cooks is spending at least the next month in the iron-bar motel, I am having to get up at 3:30am to go in and get my prep and inventory finished early. It’s either that or be stuck there until 5 or 6 in the evening. I think maybe I will be hitting the sack soon.

The dumb sonofabitch lives (lived) in one of those rent by the week motels. He left his most recent visit to his probation officer to go home, was walking up the stairs to his room, looks over and says to his neighbor, “Hey, those cops over there are watching you”. Big fucking mistake. He is now sitting in the county jail until next month on a probation hold. The pain killers he had in his pocket didn’t help.

Just remember, you can’t cure stupid.

Back when I opened our store in the big city of Tallapoosa GA in ’98, I hired this old hippy chick. She is probably only a few years older than me, but like all of Jerry’s kids (Garcia, that is), she looks a lot older than she actually is. She did ok for a while, then started coming to work either stoned or drunk. Which it was didn’t really matter to me, so I shit-canned her hippy ass.

So who do I see working in my current shop when I leave the office and decide to go back into management? Same damn lady. I gave her the benefit of the doubt, and let her continue working. She is one of those extremely dependable people. She always shows up for work when she is supposed to, generally on time or a couple of minutes later. I consider on time to mean that you show up for your shift at least 10-15 minutes before it starts. I start worrying after that, and start calling in replacements. She tells me that she has gotten clean as well. She is, if you consider massive amounts of pain killers, and anti-depressants being clean.

There is always some kind of drama going on in her life. This is the same lady that I think I posted about awhile back, that called in because her dog died. I guess she got the message, because she showed up for work today. She told me, and anyone else that would listen, all about having to bury her dog yesterday. I guess I am just getting cranky in my old age, or her shit is just wearing thin, because all I could think was “damn, why don’t you shut the fuck up, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK”.

It’s not that I don’t have empathy for her. Hell, I cry at sappy cartoons. It doesn’t take much for me. If I run over something that happens along onto my road at the same time, I am truly sorry. Sometimes the same old shit just gets old.

Currently (besides one of her dogs dying) she is trying to get the ACLU to sue the county where she lives in Alabama. It actually sounds like she might have a valid complaint, but that’s not important in the hippy scheme of things. I guess her county has a contract with a garbage service. You are required by law to use them. They don’t pick up very regularly, lots of garbage just sitting at the street. She finally decided that she was not going to pay her bill anymore, that she would just bring her trash to work and dump it there. Do they stop her irregular trash service? Nope. They arrested her ass. Hahaha. She knew it was coming, has been talking about it for months. I guess she just decided that it was going to be her form of protest. The only sticking point here is that her trash service is under an assumed name. That is because she registered her car under an assumed name. Why? Always something.

Once summer hits she always goes down to part time so that she can live down on the river with the rainbow people, not bath, and generally smell like that nasty patchouli shit. Maybe she can hang out with Dax’s employee out in the fucking woods.

Why spend so much time dwelling upon some hippy? I don’t have a clue. Guess I just needed to find something to write and venting makes me feel so much better. If I can’t take this garbage out on you guys, who can I take it out on. They arrest you for beating your children.

Part of my job is dealing with a big old bunch of diverse people and making them all get along, so I guess it is better for me to complain about them here. A bunch of people that were all like me would suck anyway.

Thanks to the infinite wisdom of higher ups who are afraid to do a bit of work, my manager trainee was pulled from my store to help another new manager that is having problems in her store, and instead of getting in 38 productive hours over the weekend, we managed to get in 14, because I had to work 1st shift and run my store. About $250 in wasted payroll. Just don’t complain to me about the high payroll this week buddy.

For some stupid reason I have scheduled myself to cook 3rd shift Friday and Saturday night. I am already regretting it, but the break will be kind of nice. It will give one of my trainees an opportunity to run the store while I snooze anyway. Save a good chunk of payroll as well. Unfortunately one of my day cooks is now in the damn pokey, so my staffing this weekend is going to be kind of iffy. I’ve already re-scheduled myself to work 7pm to 7am Friday and Saturday. Get to hang out with all the drunk college chicks anyway. Until they puke. Then it’s time to throw their fucking asses out (after they clean up the mess).