I ordered a doll lunch set. I can play with it tomorrow.
An hour before I was ready to leave. I got a really strange phone call. It was some guy named Orlando telling me to interview for the same chain I work at but in a different city. I applied to both locations the one I work at now and that one. He wanted me to come in for a shift. I said I’m already scheduled in a hour from now at the one I work at. I never been legitimately poached before. I don’t count that girl trying to get me to work at the trampoline place. Cause there was no way I was going to work at a place that smelled like feet.
I tell the manager what happened with the strange phone call. He tells me he knows who Orlando is and recognizes the number he called from. “He said they are not in our league.” Wait who is out of what league? Them or us? I’m confused by this. That sounds like something from a Seinfeld episode.
When I get there I see a bunch of young junior high age kids. They looked pretty young and now that I’m old everybody looks young to me except for old people. There is like 8 of them. They keep going in and out and making our door alert tell us there are customers. Two of them had cool shirts. One kids had a Hot Stuff shirt. Hot Stuff? Do kids even know who he is? The girl had a South Park shirt with the main 4 kids and Butters on it. They brought a bike in, charged their phones and spilled a cup of Hi-C. Why is the one we sell still bright red?
Then they were trying to blame that I was $40 short. They should not have let me have my break first. Cause I texted the manager there who was not there. Just to cover my ass. And if I was going to get fired over this I would not mind. Ok I’d be mad, but not too mad.
Their dishes are hard, but not as hard as the deli. If they give me time to wash them.