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Words cannot express how bad today at work sucked. Ok, maybe they can, but not strongly enough.

I knew it was Friday, I knew I'd be busy all by myself, but I did NOT think it was going to be THAT busy.

ALL DAY LONG people were in and out of my store. I couldn't sell the money out of my drawer to the safe fast enough. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The morning wasn't too bad. I only got the Past Dues called. But Rich told me that would be normal for a Friday and Saturday with only one person. It really didn't get bad until I wanted to go to lunch. At 2:00 I go EVERY DAY. So I get the door locked at 2:15. But not two minutes after some jackass starts yanking on the door. I had way to much money in my drawer so I was selling back to the safe and I saw the jerkwad, so I finished selling the 5000 to the safe and I unlock the door and tell the guy I just started my lunch and it would be 30 minutes. He gets pissy and says, "Well I have to go to work."

So being the fucking nice girl I am, I let him in. And no sooner than two seconds later, I had a lobby full of people again. I almost cried. I was hungry, and pissed. One of the customers offered to go get my lunch for me but I told him no. I think he's trying to hit on me and I do not want to offer ANY encouragement. So FINALLY at 2:45 I get the door locked again. I then speed over to Walmart and harassed their Subway staff. I'd originaly brought a Lean Cusiene french bread pizza, but after seeing the sodium content, I was like, "NO." So I got a roast beef sub, which is my new favorite thing to eat, and some baked lays and I swear to god, that sandwich only lasted like five minutes. I inhaled the thing. I was that hungry. And this is so not allowed, but I did work stuff on my lunch. The safe was overflowing with cash so I had to do a mid-day depost of five grand.

The afternoon after that just sucked. I got this one customer, Julie and the amount on the check she was buying back didn't match what the computer said.

So I don't confuse you, here's a crash course in what I do at Advance America.

People give us personal checks written out for the loan amount plus the intrest and fees. So if someone's getting 500 buckolas, they'd write the check out for 575 buckolas. On thier next payday, the'd bring in 575 clams in cashola, and buy back their check. If I confused you, sorry, but that's as easy as I can think to explain it.

So panicking, I called Kim at the Mentor store and she told me to do the buyback for what was on the check, but enter it at what was on the computer and I'd just close over. But to be sure, she told me to call Suzie who was covering for my District Manager th at week. I tried to find the paperwork for that day so I knew what to put on my overage sheet, but I couldn't find it, and I didn't notice my lobby was overflowing with people. I looked up and nearly cried. I called Suzie, she told me she knew about the overage because Rich was short that day, and it was cool. So fourty five minutes later, my lobby was empty again, and I had way too much money in my drawer. I sold over nine thousand dollars back to the safe in a matter of an hour and a half. So I had to do ANOTHER mid-day deposit of ninetyfive hundred dollars. I nearly choked at the sight of all this money. I haven't handled cash like this since I worked at Bank One.

Just to be sure my drawer and the safe were balanced because of the sheer amount of money I had, I balanced my drawer. I was over 61.50. I was pissed. So I balanced the safe. It was over by 16.00. I was ready to heave the chair through the window. So I called Suzie AGAIN and she told me just to recount everything and that it was ok because I was nearly crying on the phone. So I tore open the mid-day bags and RECOUNTED 14,500 dollars. Twice. When I recounted the petty cash I discoverd it was twenty short so that really helped. I only techinacly ended 7.50 over. The fifty was to compensate from when Rich messed up.

I also had a stack of paperwork to file but I said fuck it. I'll do it tommorow.

So I come home and my brother called me a n00blet. Then he hit me with his socks. Meanie.

I'm so dreading tommorow.

Not to mention I started my period today, I have to weigh in tommorow at Weight Watchers, and it's going to be another heinous day at Advance America. And I can't figure out how to change the coding for my friends page.

::facepalm::

I'm going to enter into a coma now. See you kidlets tommorow!

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In other words, Cate, you may want to skip this entry, lol.

Why you might ask? Well, it's about my first trip into an Adult Store.

Yeah. Madcap hilarity will ensue...

( AHHHHHH! WHAT ON EARTH IS TH AT FOR??? )