So I finally found a damn job. Well, I guess my husband found it for me. His friend runs this gas station down the street (they also sell pizzas and stuff) and they needed a night manager. So I go and talk to him Thursday, then I started Friday. The only thing is no one knows that I am their boss yet since he wanted me to train for the week so I know how to do everything. So far pretty much everyone I've worked with has been cool and fun to work with,there is only one chick who thinks she can be a bitch and tell me what to do.
The best part is we all just basically talk shit and sexually harass each other. I don't think I could have found a better job. ^.^ That and my husband's friend is super cute which makes all the ass slappin' and innuendo that much more enjoyable. I think my husband would have a heart attack if he knew what he signed me up for.
The only part that sucks is running a register. I'd rather make pizzas than get hit on by old men, and deal with retarded teenagers. We also have a cop that like to come hang out when he is bored and likes to make flamethrower with our aerosol cans. He is also the one that my husband manages to talk out of another speeding ticket.
