I'm Free!

So, Sunday was my last day EVER at Michaels. I could not be happier. The last two days were rough..but I was determined to make it through them. It wasn't fun...but really, since Sam was fire back last November, had it ever really been?

Debbie was closing manager both nights, and she was her usual uptight self. Telling me how to do my job...when, obviously I know what I'm doing. I was so close to just leaving...but it has been SO long since I've left a job on good terms that I was determined to do so this time.

So, Sunday night, as we waited for the security alarm to ring so we know we could leave, I said "Bye everybody!" trying to be a bit sentimental. Maralynn said "bye" and so did most of the other girls...but Debbie just walked away.

Over a year I've worked with the woman, and she didn't even say goodbye. Fine. Be a bitch.

In other news...school is school. Not much really to say. I've been doing very well on all my tests, so that's good.

I also had lunch with a couple girls from my Med Terms class: Anglia and Chesney (sp?). It was awesome that they practically forced me to have lunch with them. I was literally in my car leaving Wendy's 'cause I had just eaten, and Anglia pulled up next to me and said, "Get your ass out of your car and eat with us!" So that was cool that they actually wanted my company!

And finally. I made this today...just a few minutes ago actually. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it, but I think it's so cute that I must share it:


What do you think? I'm thinking I could make these on cards with different random things that the birds are saying. Could be cute stationary.

I've really gotten back into the whole "being creative" thing, which is fuckin' awesome! I've missed creating, and I'm glad I seem to be able to do it again. It's amazing what a reduction in stress can do for a person.

Well, I do have some homework to do, and then I'll be off to take John to work...so, see ya later :)

The Best News Ever In A Long Time

Today, July 25, 2007 I put my 2 week notice into Michaels!

I have never been happier about a decision I've made regarding work ever.

This is how it's gonna work:

Mom and dad decided that I have been way too stressed since school started. Which is very true. Weekends are hell since I have to get John to and from work (no bus) and work myself and study and do homework. Oh, and sleep and eat. So they decided that they would pay my AOL and my half of the phone bill. They'll still give me $190.00 every 2 weeks to help with gas and other expenses. John will still need to pay his half of the phone bill and both of us will still pay for gas for the car.

When mom told me this, I almost started to cry. It's taken such a burden off of me already, and I only just turned my notice in today. No more panic attacks before work because...I won't be working!!!!!

I just can't explain how relaxed this is making me. I'll have time to do things...like laundry and cleaning the basement...and scrapping!!! I won't have a lot of money...but hell, it's better to be sane and broke, than rich and crazy (just look at Britney Spears for an example of that!)

I still have to work this weekend, and probably next weekend as well...but that's IT! I feel like I can breath. It's wonderful.

I have some really funny photos to post later, but first I have to get them off my camera and onto my computer...we'll see when I get to that. Maybe in two weeks???

Updates, Updates, Oh My Goodness!

So I've realized recently that I've started all these "stories" here on my blog, and never really told you all how they were resolved. So, I'm going to try and do that now.

In regards to the post intitled: "You Can Only Eat an Elephant One Bite at a Time"

* Jack "fixed" the schedual for me. By that I mean he took me off the schedual for Monday-Wednesday and then wrote me in to come in Friday night. On Monday and Tuesday, however, he did not replace me. So therefore they did not have a closing FES that night. On Friday when I came in, everyone was surpised to see me. They didn't think they had an FES that night. Dee said that she knew I was schedualed, but didn't think I'd show up.
* The next week he schedualed me for July 4th, which I wasn't too happy about. For one thing, he just assumed that I didn't have class that day (which I didn't...but that's not the point.). And we all know how my 4th of July turned out don't we (See post intitled "The Fourth of Crap-uly" for more details.)
* This week Jack didn't schedual me for Friday. Which is great in a sense 'cause I actually will have a day off of school and work at the same time! I'm just hoping he knows I can work Fridays.

In regards to the post intitled: "The Keyboarding Test"

* I did not pass. However, I don't need to take the entire class this quarter. See, I passed the five-minute time fine. So, all I need to do is my 10-key and all the units. The units are the make a table and do a block memo and all that other stuff. Once I finish all of that to my insturcters satisfaction then I'll be finished with the class for that quarter! Yeah!
* I finished my 10-key on Thursday. I just have my units now, which is cool. I do need to "re-visit" my 10-key just to practice every so often she says.

In regards to the post intitled: "Please Check Them Out"

* I'm still very obbsessed with this band. So please do check them out. :)

In regards to the post intitled: "The Fourth of Crap-uly"
* Not much really needs to be updated from this one. So I'll just move on to what's going on now.

I fell on Thursday night. I was leaving the landry room going into the garage. There are two steps that lead from the landry room to the garage. I was turned facing the door so that I could shut it, and aparently I thought I was on the last step, when in reality I was on the top step. So when I went to step down I fell. I brused left knee and hurt my left big toe pretty badly. It's still purple and a bit numb. Both ankles hurt ocasionally, but mostly my right ankle, which is the one I broke about four years ago by falling down a differnt flight of stairs. (Have I meantion that I hate stairs??) But that ankle only seems to hurt when I get off work. My back hurts a bit too, but not as badly as I was expecting it to. And just yesterday my right knee has been in pain. About every four or five steps I took last night after work, I would get a sharp pain through my knee. Then it would go away until the next fourth or fifth step.

Then, the next day, Friday, at work I slammed my left thumb in the safe door somehow. I thought it would be brused and ugly. But it's not. It still hurts. But it doesn't look bad. Today I have a Doctor's appointment with Dr. Dee to have him look at my toe, knee and back. My mom said I need to make a list before I go see him. And the sad thing is, I think she's right. I think that's it.

I have a test tomorrow in Medical Terms. And I have a test on Thursday in Anatomy and Physiology. Also on Thursday I have a small project due in my Carrer Stratogies class. Oh, and I got my second Medical Admisnistrative Techniques back, and got another 100%! So I'm thrilled about that.

Okay, this post is turning into a novel. And I only have a half hour left before class. So, bye!!

The Fourth of Crap-uly

That's right, my 4th sucked. It started out well enough. I got the Goodie Box together for the swap I'm in and packed it up and everything. Got the stickers together for the lady on SB.com who has a summer camp in need of stickers. I even got Kim and Teagan's b-day presents together to mail.

But then I had to go to work.

Work wasn't actually bad. We closed at 6:00 (an hour earlier than when we close on Sundays even!) but we didn't clock out until 7:06. Since I got there at 1:00 (and actually clocked in 5 minutes early since Jack asked me to) I was there over 6 hours which ment I should have taken a lunch. But I didn't, 'cause I thought we would've been out by 6:30 since we were so dead. So I had to mark on this sheet that I didn't take a lunch so they won't dock me 1/2 worth of pay.

Then I went and got John and we got Wendy's drive through. When we got back to my house the block party was fully underway. But could I enjoy it? No. I had to go inside and study for a test I had today.

So I went in, ate my (now cold) dinner and hung out with John a bit before I started studing. I studied for about 10 minutes because the matireal was so easy (what is the difference between Verbal and Non-Verbal communication? Give an example of each).

Then the fire works started.

I had never realized how afraid of fireworks I am until last night. I seriously had a panic attack from them I was so frightened. And I figured out why I was so scared.

In 2000 I went of a school trip to Europe. We were in Paris on Bastile Day (which is like the 4th of July in America). There were fireworks, but there were also firecrackers. Which scared the shit out of me since they were exploding right next to my feet.

That same night in Paris one of the girls from our group, Jennifer, went missing. To make a (very) long story short she had met up with some French guys, went to their apartment and then went to a party with them. At the party there was a stabbing and everyone was arrested, including Jennifer. She was taken to jail and eventually Mrs. Kriby (one of our teachers) was notified and had to go to the jail to translate and figure everything out.

My roommates during the trip were Jennifer and Ashley. Ashley's boyfriend was also on the trip, so Ashley would go up to his room and stay there. And, obviously Jennifer wasn't there that night. So I was in my room all by myself hearing the firecrackers going off, which is worse than fireworks, 'cause at lest with those you can see pretty things. With firecrackers, all you see is a small explosion. So, in my room, sitting on the windowsill looking out, feeling like a war was going on, not knowing where one of the girls was that night.

I guess hearing the fireworks last night so close to my house and not being able to see them (even when I went out back I couldn't see them, 'cause they were out front and I didn't want to go out front 'cause I was having a panic attack) was enough to bring back memories of the trip.

Okay, so finally it was 10:30 and I had to take John home. When I got home it started thundaring and lightining. And I realized that I had homework I still had to do that was due today.

So I did that real quick and didn't get to bed until 1:30ish. I had to be up at 6:00 to get to class by 8:15. That ment I only got about 4 1/2 hours of sleep. (And I'm feeling it!!).

So, today, I took the test which took me 5 minutes to finish. And then when I asked if she collected the homework she said she wasn't going to take it until Monday. So I said to her, "Good thing I staied up late doing it then, since it was due today." That really ticked me off.

Oh well. I have to get to class now. Then run to Wendy's for lunch and then my last 2 classes.

Hope everyone else had a good 4th.

You Can Only Eat an Elephant One Bite at a Time

On Wednesday, when I saw the schedual and noticed that Jack schedualed me Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I wrote him a nice note pretending I didn't see the schedual. All it said was, "Don't forget, I start school on the 25th and can only work Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays." and then signed my name.

I went in today to get my check and check my schedual. He schedualed me Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.

I went back into the office and said, "Jack I start school this week and you schedualed me to work." And now, the drama of "Tracy and Jack" brought to you in vivid technicolor:

Jack: "I could have sworn I gave you Thursday off."

Me: "You did, but I have school Monday through Thursday."

Jack: "You told me you needed Thursdays off."

Me: "No, I said Monday through Thursday."

Jack: "Let me see it."

(I take the schedual to Jack.)

Jack: "So, you can't work at all this week?"

(I had asked off Friday morning (only) for a test I need to take to get out of keyboarding. And I had asked off Saturday for a wedding for my friend since Kindergaten. I had okayed both of these with Jack on Monday.)

Me: No. I can work Sunday and Friday night (which he didn't schedual me for). I told you this coming week was going to be a pain because of the wedding on Saturday.

Jack: But you only asked off for the whole weekend.

Me: (Getting angry) No. I asked off for Friday morning but said I wanted to work that night. I have to take this test so I can get out of a class.

Jack: So you can't work at all durning the week?

Me: I can only work Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays

Jack: You can't work nights??

Me: No.

Jack: You have night classes?

Me: No. My classes get out around 3:45.

Jack: Then why can't you work nights?

Me: 'Cause I have homework and stuff.

Jack: Then why did you only ask off for Thursdays?

Me: I DID'T JACK! If you get out the sheet of paper I wrote it on, I'll show you.

(Jack rumages throught the request off forms and pulls out the one asking off for Friday morning. On which I wrote in all caps and largely that I wanted to work that night.)

Me: (Pointing) See, I even wrote it in large letters.

Jack: This has nothing about the week.

Me: No, I wrote that on another paper. It was on notebook paper.

(Jack searches some more but can't find it.)

Jack: So, you can't work during the week.

Me: Correct.

Jack: (Getting angry, almost yelling.) Well, what do you want me to do?? (Sounding dejected) I'll have to figure something out.

(At this point, I storm out of the office, on the verge of tears and plenty pissed.)

I don't know what's going to happen at work now. I'm going in tomorrow at 2 for my shift and I'll see if Jack fixed it (I don't think he works tomorrow), and if he didn't? I don't know.

I know I can't go in on Monday...or any of those days. And I know I'll have to call in or I'll be a no call no show. But, if I have too many call ins for days he's schedualed me he could very well fire me.

I'm trying not to get too ahead of myself...but I'm starting to worry about what will happen if I *do* lose my job.

I guess I cross that bridge when (or if) I get there.

The Popcorn Almost Killed Me!

I don't even know what to say any more. My work moral is so low it's nearly non-existant. I have 2 days off in a row, but I have so much to do it probably won't feel like 2 days off.

And holy shit...I almost choked on some popcorn. Wonderful.

Anyway. I start school on the 25th. I caught a glimps of the yet to be posted schedual for next week...and what did Jack do? He aparently scheduled me for the week instead of the weekend!

Okay, I'm actually going to talk about something other than work. Ready? Here I go:

Today John and I decided to go on an adventure. We took the bus, called TARCS, downtown to the Main Public Library. John takes the TARC every where normally, unless I can drive him. But I've never been on one. So, it was an adventure for me. I was all nervous we were going to miss the bus and miss our stop.

We didn't of course, but it was kind of fun to actually get somewhere and I could just watch the sceanery and not have to constanly cuss out the people who cut in front of me without useing their turn signals. Anyway, it got me thinking that I should look and see if there's a bus I could take from my house (or near my house) to school. I guess I should look into that soon.

Let's see, what else? I'm having problems getting refills for my RXs lately. I called my insulin in to Walgreens on Sunday. I knew that they'd have to get intouch with the Dr. so I called it early. Tomorrow's Thrusday and it's still not ready. I need it tomorrow. I'll be out tonight once I do my night dose.

This happened about a week ago when I had to get my needles filled. Walgreens said that they called the Dr. and the they said I had to come in before they'd fill it. Of course, Walgreens didn't tell me this until 2 days after I called in the RX and now I needed them that night. So I called the Dr.'s office and they said they hadn't heard from Walgreens at all about my RX; they didn't even know I needed it filled. To make a long story short I got it filled that night, but it was a big hassel. If I have the same problem tomorrow I'll need to see about switching pharmacies. I don't need this stress to get my RXs filled.

One last thing that happened today: I think Butter's almost died. I fed him his veggies and some fruit today. He was up on his loft and he started coughing and then heaving funny. Finally he stopped, and climbed back down and ate some more of his green pepper. He seems fine tonight, but it was really scary! I mean how do you do the hymlic manuver on a Guniea Pig?

Okay, I'm going to actually try and get to sleep before 1:00. I'm going to see my *new* theropist tomorrow, so wish me luck. My old one finnished her program and is only going to be working on her disertation next year, so I'm getting transfered to another girl, who's been there a while too, and who I know a little from being in the office. So, we'll see how that goes.

Night!

Some People...

So, the bathrooms are still broken at work. So, before I clocked in, I ran to Stapels again to use theirs. (There gonna start wondering about me if I keep this up!) On my way back to the store I pass a sign that's been taped to the door. It says something like this:

Michael's Unfair to Customers!
Did you know that some people who receave the Sunday paper also get a Michaels ad with a 40% off coupon inside? But, Michaels will not allow the CJ (our newspaper) to put their ad in outlying areas of the city. Aparently, not all customers are created equally.

Okay...that is completly bullshit and not true. We are forever doing a zip code survey asking each customer their zip code so that we know where our customers are from. We need to see if it is worth it money wise to put ads in Southern IN's news papers our Shelbyville's newspapers.

We want the CJ to put them in ALL the papers, but they won't. It's not us. But when you call and complain to them they tell the person on the phone that it's our fault.

Further more...people need to get a life. If you have enough time on your hands to make out that sign...then, well, you need a hobby.

What is Left to Say Really?

Work. I hate that word.

It really wasn't too bad today, except for everything that went wrong. Luckly most of the things that went wrong did not affect me. Except one.

When last we left my little adventure, the power had gone out and I went home at 8:30. I came in today at 11:00, even tough I wasn't schedualed until noon, 'cause there were some things I wanted to buy that I wasn't able to get last night 'cause of the power.

So, I was walking towards the back near the restrooms when a man stopped Courtney, who was walking with me, where the restrooms were...she told him they were out of order. I asked Courtney why once we got to the back and here's what happened:

The floor guys came last night to clean the floors for the remodel. They needed it badly 'cause we moved all the shelving, and so where the old shelves were it was filthy! Debbie and the rest of the crew left around 10. Aparently what happened over night was that the floor guys clogged the toliet...the brand new toilet...with paper towels, smoked in the breakroom and left the butts around (it's illiagle to some inside in Louisville, fyi) did maybe one or two asiles, and then left. Quite. They said it was "too much work" so they quit. No shit. I kid you not.

So now Jack says he's going to sue them not only for all that shit, but also 'cause now we have to rip out all the tile and start from scratch 'cause they fucked it up so badly!

So, the toilet was clogged. We had to call a plumber, who came around 1:00 or so. Then Jack had to clean the RR 'cause aparently sewage was all over the place and it smelled, quiet litterly, like shit.

That was the one thing that affected me, 'cause no one could use the bathroom until it was fixed and clean, which was around 2:30 or so.

Okay, next problem: we were supposed to have a "Free Wedding Event" today. We'd advertisted it for weeks. None of the instructers showed up. Not one! So, poor Veeta, the floral designer, taught people how to make bows. Luckly no one was really too upset about this...except for Veeta!

Okay, around 4:00 Fornachia was supposed to come in. She called in however 'cause her 2 year old daughter is sick again. Her daughter is always sick...and I believe it. One day the babysitter called Michaels on her way to the hospital with Fornachia's daughter. But Debbie was just pissed off 'cause Fornachia is "always calling in". Yeah, when her daughter is sick! Show some compasion ass hole. She's a single mom with the dad no where to be found.

Last thing: Jack somehow forgot to schedual an FES to close tomorrow. So Debbie asked me if I could work. And for some dumbass reason I said "yes." That doesn't really make today bad...but it won't make tomorrow good I'll tell you that!

I almost can't wait for school to start...that way I don't have to work so much. I'm getting so sick of it...and I just heard today from Veeta that we'll be getting our first bit of Christmas stuff in at the end of July/beginning of August.

I'm NOT ready for Christmas...EVER!!!!!!!

Oh, and I realize now that I forgot to post a Caption Picture yesterday...I will tomorrow...right now I must sleep!

You Know You're Working Too Much When...

So, I was in line at Moe's for some lunch with John today when my cell phone rang. Here's how I answered it:

"Thank you for calling...oh. Hi."

I answered the phone as though I was at work. Gah! Thank God I didn't work tonight and don't work tomorrow. Apparently I need some time off.

Last night work was much better than Tuesday. For one thing...the registers worked! Well, actually, that was the only thing that was better...but it was a HUGE thing!

After we closed Dee (who actually closed for once!) was closing down the registers. She got the first two down, but then couldn't get the rest of them. Barbara had to come help. Finally, they were shut down, and we went back to bag up our drawers.

While in the office, I kept asking Dee "dumb" questions. I was tired, and nothing was sinking into my brain apparently. As Dee left the office to get the reports she said to the rest of the people in the office, "If Tracy asks any more dumb questions just smack her."

That honestly almost made me cry. I'm trying so hard to do everything right, and I was taught as I grew up that there are no such things as dumb questions as well as that it is better to ask 100 times until you understand than to not ask and do it wrong.

Okay, so we clocked out after that and were headed towards the door when Delphine said to me, "Tracy...there's still ribbon in the wood aisle." So I turned around to face her and said, "There are other people in this store Delphine. I'm not the only one...so why don't you tell everyone else? They all need to know too." So she turned around to face the rest of the day side crew and sarcastically yelled, "There's ribbon in the wood aisle!"

I was honestly livid. Turns out, Kate was there last night to buy something right before we closed. So she walked out with me as we all left. After everyone else was gone I started bitching at her about how sick and tired I am of Delphine picking on me and only me about the store looking like "shit."

(As a side note, Kate and Delphine are pretty good friends, and Kate and I are good friends too. Delphine and I used to get along fine.)

Kate said she wasn't sure why Delphine was just picking on me, but she did say that Delphine is supper stressed out right now and told her that she was about ready to "walk."

Anyway, Kate said she was on her way to Sonic to get a Slushi. I said I was hungry but was broke and so she said she'd give me a couple bucks for something to eat. We're always buying each other food and stuff, so it wasn't a big deal, even though she's my boss. Well, she took out her wallet and all she had were 20s. So she handed me a 20, and I refused at first, but then she said, "You'll just owe me. I'm not hurting for cash right now, so it's okay. You need to get something to eat and relax." So I took the money and went at got Wendy's (my all time favorite!) and went home.

Now, on a completly unrelated note. I am without a computer until at lest tomorrow night...might be longer. My computer is showing me the "Blue Screen of Death" every once and a while...so I need to take it in to have it checked out. My parents, who bought me the computer a few years ago for a b-day gift, agreed they'd pay up to $200.00 for repairs since I have to have the computer for school. So I'm going to call Up-Tech, who we've used before, tomorrow, to see what's up and how much it may cost to fix it.

So in the mean time I'll be using my parent's computer upstairs.

Okay, so, I think I'll be heading to bed shortly. Night!

The WORST Day EVER

Yesterday at work hand to be, hands down, the worst day I've ever had at any job ever.

For those of you who don't know, right now at Michaels we're going through a major remodel. It's almost done, and looks awesome. Monday night, the computer guy, Phil, came to instale the new registars. He was there all night (he was schedualed to do it then) and into the morning. They're these real cool looking registars with flat screens which are touch screens and really snazzy. We're aparently the first Michaels in the district to get these.

So, I'm schedualed to work Tuesday 5:00 until close. We close at 9:00 and normally get out between 9:30 or 9:45. 10:00 is normally late for us. Anything after 10:00 and we all get bitchy.

Okay, so I walk into the store at about 4:30 'cause I had planned on doing some shopping before I clocked in. Jack (the manager), Kate (the A&C department manager) and Debbie (the floral manager, and also the closing manager this night) along with Phil were standing around the registars...which were NOT WORKING! Poor Phil had been there all night and now all day trying to get these things up and running. He hadn't slept in at lest 24 hours. They tried to send him back to his hotel to get some rest, but he just left to get breakfast and came back.

Aparently the registars had not work all day. The cashiers had to hand write out recipets. They had to use the scan gun to check the price, then write the price and the SKU number onto the invoice sheet. Then they had to take any discounts off of the regular priced items (since the remodel is going on we're having an instore special on a lot of stuff we're trying to get rid of...so there's alot of stuff we have to manually discount.). Then they have to add up the order and figure out sales tax. They had to write down the form of payment and figure out change with the calculater if it was cash. If it was credit/debit they had to use a crayon to making a rubbing of the CC number. All by hand.

Okay, so when I clocked in at 5:00 the registars were being temperamental...but were basically working. Every once and a while one would go down and the casher would have to switch to another reg. But really, not a big problem.

So, once Phil left Jack decided to leave too. Debbie had to start the long process of putting in all those invoices into the registar so that they could be processed. Most of them went in no problem, but aparently she was having a problem with a bunch that the SKU wasn't in the system...so aparently someone wrote the wrong number down or something.

Debbie was getting very frustrated. And I don't blame her.

It was getting close to 8:45 so I started doing the closing announcments. Debbie is flipping through the "tranning book" for how to shut down the regs overnight. It's not in there.

Then she finds out that ALL of the cash invoices have to be done that night. She still has a stack of them to do, plus alot of the problem invoices were cash.

So, we close and the remodel crew comes in and starts there stuff. I have suddenly become in charge of everyone 'cause when I went up to ask Debbie a question she didn't even acknowldege that I asked her anything. So I figured it was best to just leave her alone.

So I had Jen, Maryland and Aaron under my control. They got everythig we needed done, done (bathrooms, breakroom, trash etc) and we were working on the last of the returns. Once those were done I wasn't sure what to have them do.

Delphine, who normaly works in the day shift, but is working on the remodle crew right now, came up to me pissed off and said, "I know what you need to do. You need to recover. This place looks like crap. We work our butts off every night and we come in and it looks like shit."

I too was getting very frustrated and tired at this point and I snapped back at her and said, "We work our butts off too Delphine."

Then she said, "Now that we're remodled we are held to a higher standard than we were before. Everything has to look perfict. All the shelves have to be fronted (items pulled to the front of the shelf) and all pegs too."

So I go find "my crew" and tell them what Delphine said. They weren't happy either 'cause on a normal night it might take 2 hours to do a normal recovery. We don't know how we're supposed to do this "perfict recovery" thing. But we had nothing else to do, so I told them to just walk around and fix things and try and make it look better until we hear further instructions from Debbie.

So, I'm in the craft paint islle and I hear Delphine talking to the remodle manger's assistant. She was telling her the conversation she had just had with me. Of course, she didn't know I was one asle over and could hear every word. So I poked my head around the corner and waved at her. Then I heard her backtrack a bit and say, "And it's not just her. It's everyone. They aren't taking this seriously. They're actting like it's a joke..."

So I left that asle and went to work on the wedding asle which is on the other side of the store. After a bit I hear Delphine again. This time complaining to Tonya (normally in the frame department...but temporarlly on the night crew.) This time Delphine is saying how "we're never done (in terms of recovery), that there is always going to be something to do 'cause the store has to look perfict." I was this close to going up to her there and saying "There is no such thing as perfict." But I didn't.

After that, Debbie calls me to the front and tells me to start pulling the drawers. We can't shut them down 'cause we don't know how. But we have to bag them anyway.

We used to have 6 registars...now we have 8 plus the framing drawer, so that's 9. The drawers had not been labeled yet, so as I took each drawer out I had to take some recept tape and write the registar number on it and stick it in the drawer so that when we got back to the office we'd know which was which.

When I got that done I took Aaron, Jen and Maryland back to the office. Once there I realized we hadn't gotten new bags yet to put the money in. The bags are all labled for the old drawers. We had a total of 6 bags, and luckly we had a total of 6 drawers to bag up. I had them make new lables for their bag and had them slide it inside ontop of the old label. Then I went to print reports. The reports tell us how much cash we did in each drawer. We then take that number and write it down in the log.

Well, I went into the computer room...and the computer was missing. So, I paged Debbie and she told me to just write our plastic bag number (differnt from the bags we only had 6 of) and innital it like normal but to leave the cash amount blank.

Finally, we got all of that done. We went back up to Debbie, who, along with Barbara (the remodle crew manager) were still working on the invoices. I told her we were done and she said, "Did you clock out?" and I said no...and she told us to clock out.

We clocked out at 10:30pm that night.

I later found out that Debbie didn't leave until 11:30. And she had to be back at work at 6:00am today.

And thus concludes the worst day of work ever.

I have to close again tonight. I hope to god things run smoother.