The Hits Just Keep Coming

Dorky things I did the other day:

Ran into someone that worked at the store a while back. I chatted with her for several minutes, asking a couple of questions about another employee who was a friend of hers and about the job I thought she had left us for. When I ran into her, I was talking to a friend/fellow employee. I thought I was being impolite not introducing them so I proceeded to say, "I'm sorry...I'm being rude. Abby, this is Bill. Bill, this is Abby."

To which she replies, "Actually it's Cassie."

Yeah.

Okay, in my defense, I haven't seen Abby or Cassie for a couple of years and they do look a lot alike. They could probably pass for cousins at the very least. Thankfully, Cassie was very cool about it and I apologized about a million times because I felt terrible. But seriously, I haven't seen her in forever and I have trouble remembering current employee names sometimes.

Second dorky thing happened in the breakroom. Thankfully, only two people were in there at the time. I was reaching into the fridge to pull out my bag of veggies (long story) and I tipped over an open can of soda. First off, leaving a soda open in the fridge is just wrong. Secondly, well, there is no secondly, but you can't really write "first off" without there being a second.

I grabbed some paper towels to wipe up what I had spilled. I'm crouched down in front of the fridge on my toes. I need more paper towels and I start to stand up to go get them. Bad thing is I'm leaning pretty far forward since I was reaching sort of deep into the fridge and when I start to stand I hit my head on the freezer door.

I didn't hit it too hard, but I wasn't expecting to make contact with anything so the surprise and that whole equal and opposite reaction thing has me losing my balance and falling backward onto my ass. I rolled and ended up laying on the floor. I had to laugh because it was just so damn funny and stupid. Jillian asked if I was okay and I told her I was fine, more embarrassed than anything else.

Thanks. I'm here all week. Tip your waitresses.

Here's another goof that I had nothing to do with. One of the managers took a phone call one night and told a customer that we would have the gift certificates she wanted waiting for her by noon the following day. (Side note: I'm surprised customers haven't demanded a drive thru window. It's amazing how demanding they can get. I've had people virtually ask me to bring the bag out to them in the parking lot as they pull up outside.) One problem though, you can't ring up the gift certificates without paying for them. The chick needed to leave her credit card number in order for us to process them and have them ready for her to pick up. This did not happen which means they got rung up when she walked in the door. Here's the best part. She wanted 125 cards for $20 a piece. Guess that sorta backfired. Oops.