Everyone does, my child.

I’m sure you’ve heard the saying “running around like a chicken with its head cut off”. Today, I freaking lived that.

I was helping the Front End and I’m completely serious here, but I was never with a cashier for more than five minutes. I would start helping, then the supervisor would come over and close that lane and tell me to go to a different one. I would and the same thing would happen again. So I would be at another lane, and the same thing would happen yet again.

The cashiers noticed. At one point, I was sent to the doors and I tucked my hands under my arms, flapped my “wings” and said, “Bwak buhcock!” like I was a chicken. Because I honestly felt like one.

The latter part of the night I spent at the doors; one of coworkers wasn’t feeling well so she left early, another was done at 19:30, and another was Lot Duty so she’d be out in the parking lot at 20:00. So that would have left only one at the doors. Good luck trying to get any procedures done like that.

Tired? Definitely. But I have to do it all over again tomorrow. I’m so excited. Go me.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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