Thursday, October 02, 2003




~*Meeeeeeeeeoooooooowwwwwwwwww*~

too tired to really think cause it's been one of thoseeee types of days...

work was a bit easier than usual except for lil miss perfect...for once Bossman finally stepped in to simmer her down though...point for him (truth is i think he might have known lil miss kimberly was about to go off allllll over that "sweet adorible" lil miss perfect)

my "job" consist of running the front counter, i do loads more than the actual title implies, but if i wanted to get down to the nit pickiness everyone else is on about, then the fact is i wouldn't have to leave the counter for a millisecond if i didn't wish too...

when i work with Punch n Judy i go out of my way to help out in the deli...if i know something needs to be done i tend to do it myself rather than holler out and say "hey Punch, we're outta coffee, or hey judy we need more pockets up here"

yadda yadda yadda...

it works because "weeee" work... i don't get in their way and they aren't in my way, customers aren't standing in lines forever waiting for deli orders, Judy covers the counter for me when i need a ciggie, i cover the deli for her when she needs her moment...and for the most part Bossman seldom gets any "unsatisfactory" complaints...

but thats not the case with lil miss perfect...

when i first started working for Bossman (and yess, i started work for Bossman, i didn't go to work for the "company" i went to work for the man my daddy had said was a good man and would work around my issues at home with the lilones...) i was employed as a cashier...nothing more and nothing less...i worked the counter 4 hours a day so that Bossman could tend to paperwork... i'm not responsible for stocking (though i do it often enough and have no complaint), i'm not responsible for the dining area (though i clean it often enough again without complaint), i'm not responsible for trash duty (though i do it often enough and yes without complaint....)

thats the point of all of this though...

when lil miss perfect met me she decided to dictact to me exactly what my "job" was, going so far as to say i would not be aloud to clock out until every lil detail on her tinnnny lil list had been done

~*grinzzzzzzzzzzzzz*~

lil miss perfect isn't lil miss assistant, she isn't Bossman, and she certainly isn't da Big Bossman...hence...she's another lil pisstake like lil ole me... and her lil show of do good witchdom didn't go over all to well with me...

today was a case of "kim, your corndogs are ready" (expecting that i would walk away from my job to go to the deli, wrap the dogs, and put them in the bin up near the check out counter...haha, i'll do that for Punch n judy yesss, but i won't do it for a lil witch who expectsssss me to do HER job...

"kim, you pizza pockets are ready" (ignored...)

"kim, your not doing your job"

HOLDDDDDDDDDDDDDd that thought...

i turned around, took a good long look at her as she placed hot dogs on the burner and ask in the sweeeeetest (emphasis on the sweetness here mind ya) lil voice "whatever do you mean??????"

"we're almost out of hotdogs, you should have put more on" she says

i smiled cutely and returned to my work seeing as i diddd have a line full of customers and today was one of those days when i really wasn't in the mood to sharpen my lil claws...

Bossman walks up to me and asked (quite loudly even) if lil miss perfect was giving me a hard time... i simply smiled at him...wellll, maybe it was one of those catty lil grinzzzz actually...i'm honestly not sure what it was, but for once he stepped in and spoke up...

miracles don't cease...

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