Today was
not one of my favorite days at work.
For example, there was the elderly lady who was quite insistant that she had handed me a fifty, and I had only given her change for a twenty. Fortunately, this took place close to my break, so Larry-the-assistant-floor-manager was able to audit my register's cash pan without having to close me down. And no, the elderly lady was mistaken, she had not given me a fifty. Still, I felt sorry for her, even though it meant that I hadn't made a mistake.
Later, I spent something like forty-five minutes repairing the coupon printer. The paper had somehow wrapped around the platen, which for that printer is really small. The one person in the store who had experience in this kind of printer repair was busy in the office, and couldn't be bothered to help, so it was between myself and Larry-the-assistant-floor-manager to figure out what needed to be done. Yes, we got it fixed. Really, I'm the one who figured out what had to be done, and then made sure Larry-the-assitant-floor-manager and Dixie-the-floor-manager knew what it was I had figured (so they'll know what to do should the same problem come up again).
No disasters, just aggrivating.
Thank the Lordy for my meds!
