Sabotaging Bastard! & HP Buttons!

I go to work, and I try to be nice to everyone. For the most part, this has worked out well for me at my current job. I pretty much love it there. With the exception of the Hell Work Area, I could be placed anywhere and there would be absolutely no problems for me.

Since the regular girl named Tasha was in a car accident a few weeks ago, I have been forced to work at the Popcorn Portable. I cannot describe just how much I hate that place. It truly would not be so bad if my “co-worker” weren’t actively trying to sabotage me!

I can’t fucking believe it either! I mean, the man that I work with is 51 years-old, and I do my best to show him the respect that his age deserves. Of course, he shows no regard for my well-being. He claims to help me, but he gives products away to any-fucking-body who comes along.

At the portables, you have to keep a count of everything you are given. You count at the beginning of the shift, and at the end when the money is counted. I know that I am not exactly a genius, but I am not crazy either. I do my very best to stay on top of what I ring up, and what leaves the portable.

I have spent the entire time that I have been stationed at this portable being in “talked to.” I even got wrote up! Lonny Turk, the guy that I “work with”, tells our supervisors that every shortage is my fault, but today I saw with my own eyes that it is his.

I suspected that he was giving things away when I was not looking to customers who did not pay for the items they walk off with. When a huge rush comes, I never look up from my cash register for the most part, and I don’t even get the chance to take the orders. Lonny does all of this. That’s where this bastard is getting me!

The only times that I have ever come up short when working here is when someone else takes the orders. I ring up what is on the counter, and take the money I am given. I give back the correct change based on the amount of money I am given, and the order I am told. I do my best to look at everything on the counter before it is rung up, but it is nearly impossible with so many people in front of the portable, and Lonny taking several orders at once. Apparantly, trying is still not enough on my part.

I have made it quite clear that I hate this portable, and that I wish to remain in the stands. The stands may not seem like Heaven, but at least you can cancel an item when you need to. That is not true of the portables.

I have to go in tomorrow (Saturday, February 12, 2005) for 11 A.M., and I have every intention of telling Jessica to get me the hell away from the Popcorn Portable. If I ever work that cursed portable again in my life, it would only be too soon. I will have to either, plot my death, plot Lonny’s death, plan on cursing people out the entire shift (Read: Be fired.), or quit. I can’t take working in this portable one more day.

Oh, on a much nicer note, I made a ton of Harry Potter buttons. They are representative House buttons free for everyone to use. I only require a link back or a thank you of some sort. You can see them here.

Danielle