Working Saturday

This is how mom felt when she left work today. This is how she felt when the boss said he wished she "were going to be here tomorrow." This is how mom is still feeling. (I'm being really good.)

This is how mom's day went. She walked in the door and the boss yelled at her about the sold tags, and where were they? While mom was stammering out an answer, and being yelled at some more, she saw them right above the counter. The same time the bigger boss saw them.

When mom parked her car in the neighboring lot, the manager of that store told mom one of the car's was parked in the wrong spot. So mom told the employee that she had to move her car because she parked in the wrong spot. Well, said employee started arguing with mom and arguing with mom until mom was ready to do damage. Then said employee goes and tells the boss that yelled at mom the moment mom walked in about it. And he yells at mom some more. So mom had to tell HIM what the guy said. And of course, you know that took a few minutes. Mom wanted to do more damage.

Then, mom was on the credit card machine for an hour and a half straight and to keep all the people in line happy, mom was very cheerful and happy and commenting on this and that and that and this. (One of the ladies helping mom said people kept commenting to her about how cheerful and happy, and nice mom was.)

And the top boss kept running over and trying to press buttons on the credit card machine (to run another charge) while mom was ALREADY running a charge! And she kept saying "Shh!" and "Lower!" and things like that until mom was ready to say "You don't like the way I'm doing this, then do it yourself!" And yes, mom wanted to do some damage.

Finally, mom managed to get to her office and be alone and do paperwork, but she wasn't in such a giving mood when the boss told her about working Sunday.

Mom's gonna be gone tomorrow, like Monty, and I don't think I''ll be able to find her until well after the store's closed.