'famous last words'

[Horsetuna]

So in the store we have these blinds we lower when the sun in the west shines through and melts our Cashiers.

Today, after the sun set (about 430 or so pm), I raised them up a little so we could look out.

R, my manager said "I always worry about these strings breaking. They're just plastic!"

WE have the 'roll up' blinds type mind you, with beaded threads to pull on.

Of course, I reassured her "The beads are just for grip. THe cord itself is strong thread!"

Pull... Pull..


SNAP.


A horrified gasp from me

I look over, and R, K(other manager), and two of the other girls there all are staring at me. R walks back over (She had just handed me my paystub), put an arm around my shoulders as I start to giggle/blush/cry (crying mostly from the irony mind) and say "I guess we need to take back Anne's last paycheque for the blinds!

But we found out it only came apart, it didnt' break, phew, but C, my coworker said my face was priceless.

Too bad I Was facing away from the security cam heh.

Whoops.

[JustaCashier]

That reminded me of an incident from about 31 years ago. I was working at a local family style restaurant as the Friday/Saturday night Dishwasher. I was a young lad of 17 at the time.

I was blasting away at the dishes, when at one point I slammed the door to the dish machine down, not in anger or anything, just in my eagerness. When the door slammed down, the chain that connected it to the counterweight on the back of the machine broke. I immediately thought I would either have to hand wash the dishes, or hold that door closed throughout the entire wash/rinse cycle, that night, as would the other Dishwashers on subsequent shifts, until a repairman could come out and fix it. Because the machine was backed up to the wall, probably less than 6 inches away, and I figured the only way for it to be fixed was for a repair person come out on Monday and unhook everything neccesary to get the machine away from the wall to gain access to replace the chain, costing lots of money. I thought when the owner found out, I'd be fired for sure


I went over, probably in a panic, and told the cook, whom I got along with great, (she had worked there for years, including under the previous ownership, and was a tiny little thing in her early forties.) She calmly replied with something like "no problem, if we have some chain." She went down to the basement and found some chain, came back up and went to the dish machine with the chain, and a pair of pliers to bend the cotter pins, and proceeded to climb atop, and kneel on, the top of the machine, and reach behind to fix it. Within a few minutes, she performed a successful repair!

Me, to her........

Mike