today was psycho.
all sorts of shit went down.
a lot of it during the hour that i was the boss.
tugged here and there, but it was all made up for later when i just got to stand around and talk for about the last hour while i was there.
i guess they actually busted somebody big today. big enough to be a felony or something.
i saw them lead the chic into the back room, handcuffed and with a shitload of kitchen appliances.
another lady was caught trying to use the ID and check of some poor lady she had stolen the purse of.
too bad she didnt look as hot as the chic on the photo ID.

today in deli i was hero for a day.
all the managers were over there trying to fix the register till.
they had it out (the drawer), all the way out, but they couldnt get it back in.
they called me over.
i looked in it, pushed a bronze looking button, shoved the drawer back in, and viola,
fixed.
they were in awe.
but, of course, it was dumb luck and they dont have to know that.

anyway.
its off to bed soon with this fatty headache.
i think its from my fucked up sleep schedule, which is, works fault.
getting up early for the weekend then sleeping in to catch up sunday night/ monday morning.
doesnt agree with me.
day 6 of 8 in a row tomorrow.
kinda almost over.
im gettting in more social time at work so im not minding it too much anymore.

ALTHOUGH!
during the hour that i am the boss, im only this puppet boss,
if peoples tills are getting too full, i can only take the money, but i cant get on the computer to tell it that i dropped the money in the safe,
so eventually the people's till could freeze up.
also, i have a key for overrides, but no override #, therefore making it very hard to please the masses.
luckily a chic at the service desk has a #, but no key.
we work well together.

yeah. enough about work.
my old spanish lady's son googled my ass and found that i have this site.
he says that this goes against everything he believes in.
a waste of bandwidth.
i'll give him that.
but it helps me out some.