Late, but not late in Stuff

I started work 20 minutes late today. Not because I was late, but because on Sundays, I start at 9am and we open at 9am, so I just wait out the front of the store for the doors to open. It gets to 9:10am and the doors still aren’t open. I can see other staff inside, and the crowd of people outside with me was building up. I was in full uniform, so was surprised no-one asked me what was going on, not that I knew. At 9:15am, one of the staff walks up to the doors and puts a sign up. I overheard one of the people relay what it said: “Technical difficulties. Will open ASAP.”
LOL.

So I was stressing out a bit. I hate being late, but this wasn’t my fault. I was stuck outside with the customers! I ended up getting annoyed with waiting, and went around the back to the staff door. I was sure in that time that a) the front doors would open and b) no-one would answer the staff door for me.
Luckiy, someone was leaving as I got around there, so I walked right in! I soon found out what was going on. None of the front end staff could find a set of keys to open the store doors with LOL.
Nothing like organisation in my workplace, I tell ya!

I saw the Inventory manager and told him I wasn’t late, but that I was stuck outside. He knew about it and just told me about the key situation. I told him about yesterday’s shift, how the RF guns stopped working for about 2 hours, so I could do fuck-all work. I then joked with one of the deli girls that the lifts weren’t working, because, why not add something else to the list of things that were going wrong this week? :P She took me seriously and started freaking out until I told her I was joking :D

One cute thing happened. The same little Asian girl (who grabbed a hold of my leg and said she’d only let go if I said ‘the password’ a few months ago) was back in the store with her carer. I’m guessing it’s her carer because she’s not the same race as she is, but I guess she could be her mother? Anyway, the little girl is so inquisitive and full of life. She walks up to me as I’m about to fill a box of oil and she asks, “Are you the sauce man?”
I laughed and said, “Why, yes I am!”
She asks, “What’s your name?”
I showed her my name-tag and said, “My name’s Matt! What’s your name?”
She thought for a little while and replies, “My.... my name is....Pal....My name is Paloma.” “That’s a lovely name,” I said to her.
She then proceeded to show me how she could ‘drive’ her carry basket between my roll-cage and her carer without colliding with either haha. “Watch!” she commanded, politely. Haha. “You’re a good driver,” I told her.

So that put a bit of a smile on my face.

I got a lot done, but not everything I wanted to. I’d had enough and just took off at my shift end time. I was outta there! Weekend for me now, yippee!

Last updated May 03, 2015