"It was a farking trap, I tell you!"

And so it was...

In an effort to make it a bit easy to keep up with me, I'm going to try to make my posts as concise as possible, and all at once. No more triple or more a day posts. But that's a try, for my first one, I think it's going to work...

So to start it out, I got this in an e-mail:

"Jesus and Satan were having an on-going argument about who was better on the
computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly God was tired of
hearing all the bickering.

Finally fed up, God said, "THAT'S IT! I have had enough. I am going to set
up a test that will run for two hours, and from those results, I will judge
who does the better job."

So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away.

They moused.

They faxed.

They e-mailed. They e-mailed with attachments.

They downloaded.

They did spreadsheets.

They wrote reports.

They created labels and cards.

They created charts and graphs.

They did some genealogy reports.

They did every job known to man.

Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than hell.

Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed
across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the power went
off. Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known
in the underworld. Jesus just sighed.

Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them restarted their
computers. Satan started searching frantically, screaming:

"It's gone! It's all GONE!

"I lost everything when the power went out!"

Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the past
two hours of work.

Satan observed this and became irate. "Wait!" he screamed. "That's not
fair! He cheated! How come he has all his work and I don't have any?"

God just shrugged and said, JESUS SAVES

--
Jim Hatridge
Linux User #88484"

I thought it was cute.

And now on to the headline:

Predictably, after busting my ass on a two hour close and detail cleaning the garbage cans last night (not to mention ending up wearing half of what I ended up cleaning off...), I recieved a nasty complaint on my horrible closes. Go figure. They were irate about it. They "don't have time" to mop and redo what I do, a far cry from what would have been necessary, and yet they found time. I can admit that my mop job was less than 100%, but considering that I mopped every nook, cranny, crevice, canyon, and corner that I could find (something I've not ever done at this store) AND did their sacred bathrooms, etc... They could have at least noticed something. But no.

So I left them two quaint little traps today: A) I read the "bible" (the OPM, Opperational something Manual) of Carl's Jr. and found out that when detailing the garbages, the doors are to be left open so as to facilitate air drying. So I anticipate getting a complaint that the doors where open, hardly anything since their magnetic and will easily close (and because it's a commandment from the OPM, I'll have it on paper that I'm supposed to do it.) And trap B) is to more or less prove that they have a bias against me, something I hardly think anyone would doubt. I had Rebekah do the heavy lifting (I'm not sure that's the proper spelling of her name, I'm horrible with names, always have been). Which means that she swept and mopped. It took her two hours. She pulled every table and chair and mopped with a great deal of effort. So I'm predicting two grievances tomorrow, neither of which will be properly placed, and one of which may show our young cashier the true nature of one of her superiors. I honestly try and maintain the innocent enthusiasm of our new recruits, something I wish I had kept the whole time, but they absolutely insist on treating them as poorly as the "lifers".

And on another note, as of last night I added something to our "communist jr." routine. By ours, I mean mine. So here's the data: we wear black and red uniforms, we have a yellow smiling star on our black caps, we great everyone with a kind of mock sincerity (something I just now added), we keep everything behind the counter believing that you shouldn't have to get up unless you need to use the restroom or leave, and our superiors couldn't give a shit about us as employees. Not one piece, none. I'm sorry that's a bit coarse, but completely true. I have never seen a member of management give someone even something like a pat on the back or say good job (to my memory and witnessing, to be fair). And I heard from our acting GM last night that the District Manager told her that the cashiers "shouldn't even have time to listen to the radio while cleaning" which is a morale thing to help us calm a bit and help ease the fact that we are busting our asses for our measily $6 an hour. It makes me sick, truly.