solidfoamsoul | Another visit from Depressed!Wilson

So, last night everything was fine and dandy with five people around. It's about 5:30-ish. Neeta (the co-owner/manager) decides to send two people home because it's slow. BECAUSE ITS SLOW! NOW! But in about an hour we're packed with a line reaching the door, a line around the store for drive through with JUST ME working on it, because Neeta in all her managing glory has decided to start breaks. So it's just me and Yolanda in the store. Neeta *could* help, but that would be a smart idea and that's not her strong point.

So, around 10, three people closing. Randy's cleaning Dunkin' Donuts side, Yolanda's got Baskin Robbins and I'm doing the lobby. Neeta said she was going to do the dishes around 9:30 when I was back there doing them...

And now she says she's not. Well, that's not new. But if she told me that 20 minutes ago I could have been finished with them by ten!

Oh, no, I couldn't. We were too busy taking orders.

*sigh*

Also my dad looks like Frankenstein's monster cuz he's got this huge stitched up incision on his forehead. He had a cancerous mole on his forehead.

Too bad they didn't do that before Halloween. That woulda been COOL!

Oh, new layout.

And a friendly reminder: