When in Rome...do as the Romans do

When you work in a grocery store and your refrigerators fail...you have one hell of a problem on your hands.

Tonight I was an accountant, a baggage handler, a consumer, an electrician, an operator, a psychologist, a bitch and an ice chest extraordinaire. Let me explain.

The electricity went out on the street on which our store is located. Some idiot decided to run his/her car into an electrical pole and hence, it caught fire. Plus, our generator burned out. Plus also, I was counting cash all night (accountant) and when the elctricity went out so did all my bill and coin counting machines. My computer was like "WTF, Mate?" and my calculator was like, "Oh yea...well fuck you, I'm not accounting for all of the change that you enter in me right now." So, while I was on the phone with Georgia Power (consumer/electrician/operator--the lady at the power company was asking assanine questions like, "Are your lights on?" !!!), then the phones were like, "Um...yea right...if the electricity and the money counters and the calculators can give you a good time then what the hell do you expect from me? I'm not gonna work either, so there!" *end phone company conversation* Well, the electricity did eventually come back on and oh, I forgot to mention that it was my second night counting cash so I had absolutely no idea what I was doing in the first place (psycholgist...for mys own personal benefit and sanity, or what was left of it at that point). Thus, the glitch in the electrical situation added to the madness that is the Publix Cash Office. But anyways, after the electricity came back on our cooling system...i.e. the refrigerators in half the store were like, "Um...we're going on vaca! see ya!" So, thirty minutes before my computer was going to do it's end of the day updating after which I do not have access to its systems for six hours and therefore cannot finish my accounting procedures which is PS. what they pay me to do at Publix my managers were like, "Um...yea...we're gonna need you to go help haul ice from the ice bins and put bags of ice in all the refrigerators to keep the product from going bad." So, I dropped everything and hauled ice (ice chest extraordinaire).

Seconds before the computer died..er, updated I got all the numbers punched in and my office was 38 cents over (the most accurate it's ever been according to my manager). It is 3am...I am going to bed so that I can get up tomorrow and go do it all over again. Thank you blog followers/readers for listening to my rant. And I hope that this post thwarts any smarmy comments that have been building up in my mind wishing to bestow themselves upon my boss' ears.

Good night or Good morning (as you wish).