Light(n)ing.

[icebluenothing]

Phone was ringing off the hook all damn morning, and I was ignoring it, and a couple of the calls were from work. I commented to windbourne, whom I'd been having a perfectly lovely afternoon with, that I should really check my voicemail; maybe they're calling to tell me my shift was cancelled, right?

No such. No, they want me to come in a little early, and they seem desperate. Okay, I'll bite.

A little while after I call and say I'll do it -- thunder and lightning and hail, all at once and out of nowhere. Neat!

I should call them back, I thought, tell them this was a bad omen -- clearly, the gods were angry I was going in to work early. But I went.

Was almost immediately sorry I did. My manager told me, "you're getting trained on the cutting counter tonight."

I knew this was coming. They want everyone cross-trained. But I don't really want to do cutting counter work; I'm not good with fabric, I don't like it, I'm not interested, period. When I was hired (under the old manager, of course), it was with the understanding that I wouldn't have to work the counter, and this news had me actively plotting to find other work. Like, this week, if possible.

So I notice the lights flickering, and I'm thinking, Power outage. Please. Power outage.

Ahhh, the power of positive thinking. Before long, the lights died, emergency lights came up, sirens were going off, children were screaming and crying. We evacuated, I did what little work I could in the dark for a while, and then they sent us home.

That was not worth going in to work for. Oh, well.

Comments

Awwwwww.....

[kickaha.livejournal.com]

It's so *cute* when they start to come into their dark powers!

:D

[m-cobweb.livejournal.com]

Heh. When I worked at Hancock, I did everything I could to avoid being on the cash register (anxiety = mangled transactions). Luckily I was able to leave that job before I'd had more than a couple of days of register training.