Step 16: Fail Hard at Daily Updates, Vow to Remedy the Sitch

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Okay.  See.  What had happened was...there was this thing...this this person...and some stuff happened...and I don't even know about all that, I'm just saying about right here...I'm just trying to tell you...what it is that I know...*longsufferingsigh* Fiiiiine.  I just suck.  Figuratively, I mean.

I forgot to post one day.  And I thought "I'll do it tomorrow." then tomorrow came and went and I forgot again.  Until it snowballed and now I'm like...forever behind and I don't remember what all happened each day.  SO!  What we're going to do is give a brief recap of what I do remember, and essentially Start Fresh.

Here's what I remember:  I failed at keeping track of my bank account, and for a few days I had less than $10 in my account.  Fortunately payday came, and I'm back to being a hundredaire.  It's not multi, but it's better than only tens.

I rejoined the workforce and all was pretty mundane, until last Friday when, less than 10 minutes before we closed, disaster struck.  Well, not for me, but I witnessed it.  Also: I think I am becoming the Black Widow of my job or something.  This marks the SECOND person who lost their job while working with me.  Through irreparable means.  Oh, right!  The story.

As I said, it was less than 10 minutes before we closed.  Actually, it was four minutes before we could turn the lights off, six minutes before the official close.  I was working with F.  Me on kitchen duty, him on till.  A college kid walked into the store and grabbed a big can of Busch Light.  He brought it to the register and F rang it up.  They exchanged a brief conversation ("Hey, how're you?" "Good, how about you?" "Good, what's going on tonight." "Not much.") that led me to believe that F was at the very least familiar with this gentleman.  I check the clock, 10:56.  I can hit the lights in two minutes.  10:57, a cop walks in the door.

"I've got some bad news for ya.  You sold alcohol to a minor.  The person that purchased this alcohol was only 20 years old, and no ID was asked for."

What?  My heart starts pounding, and I'm immediately wondering was it while I covered till?  No...who was just here...that college kid...did he ask for ID?  He didn't!  Oh my God... Now what?  Poor F, he's just lost his job... wait, F himself is only 20, is he allowed to sell alcohol at all?  If he isn't, what does that mean?  Was I supposed to sell it for him?  Am I in trouble, too?  The cop's talking to me...

Cop: "Are you the manager?"
Me: "No."
Cop: "Do you work here?"
Me: "I do."

That was it?  He didn't ask for my ID...do I have my ID?  Someone needs to call Manager, or at least C [asst. manager].  I'm not in legal trouble, but am I in trouble with corporate?  I thought F knew the guy!  I'd have carded him, or told F to if I didn't think they knew each other...The cops gone.  Do I say anything?

F: "Do you have any idea how bad I want to kill myself right now?"
Me: "You'll be alright.  Eventually."

I hope he didn't mean that...okay, time to go.  I'll give it 20 minutes then call C.  Poor F!

So yeah, as it turns out F DID lose his job, he's got a court date and whatnot set up.  I really hope everything turns out okay for him, as he was a really nice kid. 

I, on the other hand, wasn't in any trouble.  I feel kind of bad about worrying for myself at the time, but I guess I just knew that I couldn't help F, what was done was done.  I dunno.  Best wishes to him all the same.

I push enter a lot when I blog.  We'll call it a trademark.  Or something.

Let's see, other than my store being caught in a sting, what else has happened...not much.  I probably bought some things I didn't really need, but did really want.

I met the guy that took J's place finally.  He's...not what I expected...but he seems okay so far.  I work with him again tonight (it's 5:30 am) so we'll see what happens.

My sleep schedule has gotten completely wonky.  Between staying up late on Polyvore and not sleeping very well when I do go to bed, I've become basically nocturnal.  I don't like it, to be honest.  I like getting up before noon, as it turns out.  I mean, maybe not before 10, but before noon for sure.  Maybe I'll be able to get it swapped back around this weekend.

Anyway, as unhappy as it was, the sting has helped my bottom line because I've been given several of F's shifts to cover. 

Current Status: Hundredaire
Money Earned Since I Posted Last: $262.50 - taxes
Money Spent Since I Last Posted: I don't remember.  At least $200 though. (One was the electric bill, okay?!  You HAVE to pay those!)