It’s funny because it really happened.
Our snowstorm finally arrived, but it was this morning and not last night. It did snow overnight, but not heavily and we got most of our coverge in the daylight hours. The commute to work wasn’t exactly pleasnt; Prime knows what he’s doing but other drivers are deranged idiots and don’t. He got me here safely and I’m grateful for that. (Seriously, Big Bot, I love ya! You’re awesome!)
Today was boring; our highest door count was 43. Even on our slowest days, we manage anywhere from seventy to one hundred. It’s so slow, that we cut a ton of payroll. This is ridiculous, to put it mildly.
I have to admit that I’m very glad to not be employed by Wal-Mart anymore. On days like this, schools were out and we were filled with mothers and kids, because the kids were “bored” and the mothers had no idea to entertain them. I can remember saying “I’m bored” to my mother and she said that if I was, she’d find me something to do. So I never said those two words around her if I could help it.
We still haven’t had any replacement machines brought in fill the gaps left by the Coke machines. I’m sure that the Food Court loves this, as can sell more fountain drinks but it kind of sucks in the breakroom.
I got my W-2 today. Tax season has officially begun. Yay, I can barely wait to see how badly the Grand Nagus and his changes to the tax codes are going to screw Prime and me over.
I don’t know how people can lock the breakroom television on Game Show Network and watch Family Feud for hours on end. There’s only so much Steve Harvey I can take before I want to backhand slap the braying jackass’s face. And don’t get me started on how sexist and heteronormative most of the questions and the resulting answers can get.