Boring is not a bad thing…
I have discovered another reason why I like those tweets so much. A lot of times I will be doing something or driving down the road and all of a sudden there is something I want to blog about, whether it’s the asshats at work or some SMF driving drunk down the road. Those little one liners remind me when I get home exactly what it is I wanted to write about at the time…
I worked in my slow store today, part of it anyway. As usual the damn place was filthy. No paperwork has been done since I was there last week, there were papers all over the office and back room floor. Three different waitresses approached me for the credit card tips they had not received from the manager this week, so I let them have their tips and now the manager gets to eat a shortage. I’ve already written him up over not giving them their tips as well as his lousy cash handling procedures and was hoping that would take care of the issue. Apparently not. I am pretty much at a loss as to my next step so I will call our People Director and make him come write the guy up this time so the ball is out of my court. I don’t give a shit either way as I can run the store better without a manager than it runs with. I would much prefer to have him stay and start doing his job but if he needs to go so be it. I am hoping he will at least make it through my vacation two weeks from now though. It certainly would be nice anyway.
I spent the great majority of the day going to each of my stores and gathering the weekly paperwork since I took yesterday off and didn’t attend the meeting. On my way to pick up one of my employees on one of these trips I got behind someone in a Jeep SUV looking thing and damn they were all over the place. Hopefully the drunk SOB made it wherever he/she was going without incident. Normally I will get behind them and call the tag in to 911 but for some reason I didn’t today.
There is a new teller at the bank with the most amazing breasts. Generally I watch pretty closely as they count my deposits and since she was holding the cash and counting it three inches in front of them I was mesmerized. dollar…boobs…dollar…boobs…My two favorite things…I almost started drooling and going into shock but then she finished. Sorry guys, no pics. That would have been too fucking weird “Hey, Hang on a second while I snap a shot”. bwahaha. You’ll just have to settle for whatever Saturday Boobage comes around tomorrow at Dennys place.