I was talking to the shift manager I was relieving around 4:15 today, when he looked outside and made some comment about a woman. He said something like "There's a beauty." I went and looked, and it was a tanned blonde. Bleh. I said "That's not beauty. There's beauty." My ex had just walked out from the store where her mother works.
I did not go out to talk to her, since she doesn't seem to want to see me. After she got in her car and drove away, I went outside, sat on the bench, and watched her as she drove by the store. God, she is beautiful.
My heart does not seem to realize that she is gone. It still jumps whenever I see her.
Later this evening, a delivery driver flipped out on me. I know he has a temper. I have heard many stories about it. However, this time it was directed at me.
A couple of months ago, I was working with John, and he suddenly clammed up, and wouldn't talk to anyone. Later that night, he was tracking mud around the store while people were mopping. I tried to talk to him about it, and he cashed out, then stormed out of the store.
Last Saturday night, he showed up very late, but that was not a problem. He was talking to everyone, and even joking around. Well, he came back from a delivery, and would not talk to Doug (another driver) or myself. We both tried, and then gave up. At least he actually stayed until close this time.
Today was something quite different. He seemed cool when he came in, so I just tried to stay out of his way. Well, I took an order for 1980 Rochambeau around 7 pm, and the computer accepted it. Dave (another driver) told me it was out of our delivery area, but that John could take it if he wanted to. Dave was on his way out the door, since he has a paper route to deliver around 4 am. I asked John if he wanted to take it, and he said something like "You're the fucking manager. You should know what to do, right?" I called the house, and tried to tell them that we would not be delivering to them, and he went bonkers. This is while I am on the phone, mind you. He called me a fucking jackass several times, and started throwing things around the store. He then cashed out four hours early, and slammed the register drawer repeatedly, sending change in all directions. I told the customer that the driver was emphatically stating that he would not be delivering their order. Then I hung up and tried to call my boss. Of course his line was busy. Next, I called one of the other drivers, and got his father instead. I asked for Doug, and later found out that his father thought there was a bar fight going on. Doug said he would be in, but it would take a while. By this time, John was mainly making grunting sounds and throwing his hat around. He had already pulled out the table underneath the counter where the printer is, had broken the backup dollar bill holder for the soda machine, and had slammed his fist on the countertop several times, making the printer printout a few repeats of the last order. He had also told me that he had been there for three years, and I was not going to steal his money. I don't know what he meant by that. He shook his fist in my face and pointed at me several times.
I honestly don't know if I was in any physical danger during all of this. I do know that I don't want anything like this to happen again while I am working there. It reminded me of when I was held up at Wawa, and I don't need that kind of stress in my life again.
Eventually, things settled down. Doug showed up to take deliveries, and I gave two customers $5 discounts. Yuriy showed up about an hour later, and by this time I was feeling better.