I find myself increasingly curious if there is someone out there who comes across my blog and thinks "hey, this girl is kinda interesting...I shall read more." I'd like to think that my little blog, this little piece of me floating on the internet, has brought humor to someone's life. LOL. I really would like to believe there's some stranger out there, someone I have never met, how has stumbled upon this blog and thought "Man, this girl is kinda whack, but she's cool."
So, there's a guy at work, who I think is crazy. I doubt this is a new development in this blog; however, I can't recall if I wrote about him before, so I'll re-hash for my (imaginary) readers. The guy told me a couple days ago that he made himself believe that my husband was his brother, and that my daughter was his child. He never mentioned how I fell into his imaginary world. When later confronted, he denied the claims I made against his sanity. He told me he only said those things because he was 'stressed-out". I so wanted to say that stressed-out and strung-out are two different things, but I bit my tongue. As per usual, I find it hard to wrong a friend, even if they've wronged me. Later the same day, another coworker notices Crazy Steve (not his real name, but it sounds kinda funny) over there snapping pictures of me on his phone. Awkward...
Again, he denied these claims, and as we couldn't prove that's what he was doing, the accusations were dropped. His job is safe for another time. Unfortunately (for him), he's starting to irritate the boss. Now, all this other drama-rama has started to creep her out as well. I sense that she'd like to fire him, but we have to tread carefully, and build a case to prove he was fired for incompetence at his job, and not because of his fragile mental state.
So now, I'm not really looking forward to going to work tomorrow. I don't really wanna deal with this guy. He's starting to make me uncomfortable. The boss is trying not to schedule us together, but it's really hard. We are technically under-staffed at the present time, and we're having a hard time hiring on new, competent workers.
On a closing note, a funny story from yesterday's drive-thru. I was working drive-thru with my friend and shift manager, Stephie. We're chatting, and the customer is chatting on her phone as I pass her food to her: First the bag of food, then her shake with her receipt in the same hand. Stephie tells me, "The receipt goes in the bag," very casually, like it was general conversation. So I respond in the same tone of voice, "Yes, I know it does." And the customer snaps suddenly "There's no need for that attitude!" And starts rambling into her phone about how I was snapping at her and giving her shit as she flies out of our drive-thru lane at like, 30 or 40 mph, which is a lot, given the limited space she had. Stephie and I were completely stunned, clueless. We had no idea how to fix the situation, nor any idea what to say to each other. So we ended up telling the boss the whole story, and though we all got a kick out of it, we're scared the customer will complain or something, and our store will get in trouble. So, Jennifer reprimanded us for chatting in front of customers. It was pretty much a verbal coaching, no big thing.
But still, crazy drive-thru people...crazy co-workers...What's next? Crazy blog readers?
I suppose it's time I ended this entry, as my eyes are getting to heavy to stay open, and I know my daughter will wake early tomorrow.
I'd just hate for my view count to all be from myself. :(
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