Holy smokes, and 80 hr paycheck? I about dropped to the floor not realizing that I worked a full 80 hrs in two weeks. I never work that much. I am a not so part time employee. Its cheaper for them cause they don't have to give me any benefits so that's why I usually only work 36 hours in two weeks... But I can feel those 80hrs, my feet and back hurt all the time, and my sleeping schedule is so screwed up. Ah but I freaking love it. I love the customer interaction and rapport I build with them. I don't know how I do it. I hate 90% of the population haha. But according to my audit I have "outstanding customer service skills and knows how to efficiently communicate with customers and fellow coworkers." Yeah, I got audited and those were the comments. I looked at my manager and said you gotta be kidding me, She says, "you're really are good with customers and its awesome." I looked so deep into her eyes I was in her soul and said, "but I hate people." That lady laughed for a solid 30 minutes.
So the other night an older gentleman came in on one of my grave yard shifts and we talked for a few hours as I did my work. He was really sweet and nice.. just killing time before he had to go to work. We got talking and he stopped for a minute and looked at me and laughed. I asked what was so funny he replied, "you are one of the most genuine people I've met. Not too many of those around." I wasn't quite sure why he was saying that but I chuckled and said thanks. Then in that morning the radio was playing some of my favorite songs *hardly ever happens* and I was jamming out, singing, dancing, just having a jolly good ol' time. I like to see people happy and enjoying their mornings. As I was walking, more like dancing, to the storage room, I heard a customer say, "haha now that's someone who enjoys their job." YES I DO.
I don't like too many people, and a lot of my friends will tell you that I'm an acquired taste. I hardly talk to people that I don't know, nor do I dance and sing in public. But its crazy how things can change. I guess its usually cause I'm only two hours away from going home when I get these crazy moments of dancing and singing at work.
I really am a piece of work. My stalker keeps asking me out and I keep trying to tell him that I'm not interested and he just isn't picking up what I'm putting down. Poor kid. Friday morning, after the bakery lady came in, he started at it. This older gentleman came in and he and my stalker had a mini convo:
Staker- I haven't seen you in a long time.
Older gentleman-Woah man, how are you. Your beard gets longer and longer each time I see you.
Stalker- Well, the female population likes beards and the ones I know say I should keep it.
OG- Well I would definitely listen to the female population.
Stalker- Yeah especially if they look as pretty as her *points to me*
The bakery lady starts to giggle LOUDLY and then drops her pan. I shot her a few stares. One included me mouthing GAG ME accompanied with an eye roll. haha Then my stalker ended up leaving me. Praise the Lord! Him stopping by and "hanging out" for a few hours on my grave shifts drives me insane. I guess you could say he's loitering, but I'm too nice to say anything. Hence me trying to let him down with some subtle hints. Guess I gotta give him subtle hints, subtle like a gun shot. Shoot I could tell him to his face I'm not interested and he still wouldn't get it.
But anyways, life is good everyone gets a kick out of my stalker situation. I'm all about making people happy anyways. Wish I got more free time to do things but hey, money talks I guess. :)
Deuces my Homeslices,
The MelFlo
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