Stressed From Work
May 21st, 2007 by Bobosan
The last few days of closing at work have been exhuasting. Saturday, I didn’t get out of there until like 1:30 am, but that was mostly due to Paul actually showing me how to count the drawers, create a safe fund, and do the deposit. You know…the stuff Kent, the General Manager, should be showing me how to do. The only reason I agreed to close Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, was to learn how to close the store. In the past three weeks, I’ve done ‘manager’ stuff only twice. The other 7 times, I’ve just been doing regular driver bitchwork. I really miss having an actual dishwasher, who’s sole job is just washing an endless supply of dishes each night.
To add to my general stress level of closing, the last run each night, for the last three has been fucked up somehow. Friday night, I didn’t have my cell phone, and couldn’t find this house. So it took me an hour of running back and forth to get to the right place.
Saturday night, the problem was mine. I was in such a damn rush I put the wrong wings in the wrong bag. So I had to run back to the store at midnight, drop a few more wings, and rush back out to the customer. Luckily, we were kind of slow that night, and Paul ended up doing most of my dishes by the time I got back. Luckily, this allowed me to run through the deposit real quick.
And Sunday, tonight, my last run was to Summit Woods apartments. They’re pretty easy, and really close, all you have to do is just bop up 17th street, take a right, and you’re almost there. It’s about a four minute drive, tops. My last two runs ended up being a double tonight: one to the Summit Woods, and another to a Motel 6 on Fairlawn.
I rush over to Summit Woods, only to find there’s no apartment number listed on the ticket. Alas, the CSC has screwed up again! But no problem, I’ll just call the customer… but she doesn’t answer. I call back four times, and finally leave a voicemail before I rush off to Motel 6. After I get money from the black family there, I call her back again…still nothing. So I head back to the store, and call the Customer Service Center to cancel the order. The CSC has to call back the customer to confirm the void, and suddenly the girl is home. So I had to rush back out, and then hurry back to finish off the dishes. But at least I got out of work roughly on time tonight.
Because of all the mishaps over the last few days, and the general stress of being at work all night, I’m a little tapped out. I’m looking forward to my day off Tuesday, even though I have stuff to do. I want to sleep in, and just relax then, but, I have laundry to do and we’re supposed to clean the apartment that day. So it seems, I won’t just be able to zone out and just relax all day until Friday. Even then, we’re probably going to go to Danyale’s Grandmother’s bar in North Topeka.
So it will be awhile before I can just waste away 12 hours on nothing, and stare into a computer screen for the entire time. I’m getting a little stressed out, and I really have no way now to release it. Danyale’s been offically moved in for the last two weeks, and it’s really hard to find some alone time in a studio apartment. Not that I necessarily want to be alone, just that if I feel the need, I can’t be. I think that’s also a good reason to get a 2-bedroom apartment when we start looking, so one of us can be in another room if we need to be. Even the best couples need to be alone sometimes, and I don’t think we’re any different.