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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

So cold, so tired

The walk home from the gas station wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but it was much colder; our temps dipped down into the 20s, this on the first day of spring! There were a lot of grumpy-butts no doubt brought out by the gloomy, cold weather; one man swore he wouldn't come back just because I broke his $100 with all I had, $5s. Just a factoid for you: gas stations really aren't the best place to break a $100 or $50 bill...we drop all large bills immediately (meaning we feed it into the safe, which we can't open) and most of our $20s throughout the course of the shift. We're not supposed to have more than $100 in our drawer at any time. So bringing those big bills in will wipe out the drawer. It's mildly annoying the first time it happens. But usually, as in this case, it's the third time in a row that really bites, because then you're down to giving out $1s. In this case, too, the man had other money (because he went through it in his moneyclip where I could see), and we're right next to both a bank (which was open) and a major grocery store (which can afford to keep registers better stocked because they're less likely to be robbed) He was blaming the company for, and I quote, 'not stocking enough money on hand'. We're a gas station, not a money store. If you hate banks, we're also right across the street from Wal-Mart, which cashes cheques, and next to Kroger's, which does as well. They're used to dealing with large bills. The most we do is sell money orders. Plopping down those big bills (and it's primarily the 100s that are annoying) is also annoying late at night, when our drawers are bled down to bare minimum. All this is done to prevent robberies and in case of them, to prevent loss to the company. Which means if someone does come in with a gun, they just might shoot you out of frustration, I suppose.

Well, I've called a friend and let him know I'm home safely, returned another friend's call about some medical info she needed, taken care of the animals, and given my monthly libation, so it's time to head to bed. Pleasant dreams.

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