March 12, 2010

Another day. Went to work at two, got off at one. Not really busy, but we got a new dishwasher and he sort of left a mess when he got off. Not his fault, though, as per company policy, no one really trained him. I worked with Snoop. She was pulling the contempt shit earlier in the shift but warmed up as the evening wore on. Who knows why.

Strange thing happened, though. We closed at 11:30, her the kitchen and me the dishroom. Around about 12:30 or so, I smelled a very familiar smell. Now, Snoop smokes and apparently smokes tons of the good shit, and sometime around 8 or so, she slipped off to, I can only assume, indulge. Fair enough. Now, an hour after closing, I smell the smell and think nothing of it. She don't share with me, so fuck do I care. Anyhow, about 15 minutes the Big Man comes in and basically says he's going to have to can her.

Now. Whether or not he does, I don't know. Soon as I got done and saw she only had a couple more minutes to finish, I split. As I have intimated, Snoop does not like this poor country boy, and since I haven't done anything to her or said anything about her to deserve her scorn, I couldn't give a shit. The only problem is the warm-and-cold bullshit and the fact that she ain't got the stones to be a butthole to my face, she just shit-talks me when I'm not around. I won't lie, it'd make some of my evenings much less tedious were she gone, but I'd hate for anyone to get fired over that. So, I am Switzerland in this particular kerfluffle. That all being said, why in the holy blue hell did she decide to toke up an hour after closing and not way 20 minutes so she could smoke in peace at home?

Anyhow. As I was leaving work, a dude was sleeping in the doorway. Drunk as a preacher he was, so we suggested he head down to the River and sleep there. Also, my DVD's arrived today, so I not have movies. I'm about due for a Marx fix anyway. I rounded out the evening by buying Marcus an Amazon gift certificate for his birthday. All in all, not a bad day, such as it was.