Continuing Stories of a Gas Bar Glamazon

I did not always aspire to work at a gas bar/station. I didn't wake up one morning as a young, impressionable youth and think to myself "Someday, when I grow up...I want to work in a thankless job for minimum wage, where people can be random assholes to me when things don't go their way." No, let me assure you dear readers, I didn't. However, I can also assure you, as sure as I'm sitting here, at said thankless, minimum wage job where random people can be assholes. EVERYTHING you are about to read is 100% true. (And that thought scares the crap out of me). These people are out there, they look normal enough (some of them) but at any given moment...there they are....ASSHOLES! (cue dramatic organ music)

I've been here for a year and a half now. And I sort of fell into this job. My brother in law owns the "sister" store to this one in the city, and someone he knew was opening this location. He told her I was seeking employment, that I was a good person, trustworthy, and reliable (yep he lied his ass off! - kidding!) So after sitting down for a chat one November afternoon, she hired me. I pretty much already had the job and was handed it, the interview was more of a formality than anything else. If you even want to call it an interview. She didn't really interview me, we just basically sat down and hammered out hours, wage and if or not I needed any specific days off. The rest of the "interview" was us jokingly knocking my brother in law in a good natured way. Hands down BEST. INTERVIEW. EVER. The fact that I love my boss only adds to it. And a great boss can make ALL the difference in the world.

HOWEVER...

It's a Saturday and I'm working, which I haven't done in a dogs age. Jessy (my eldest daughter) usually works this thankless shift, however she's in Toronto this weekend with friends at an Anime convention and so here I sit working. And let me let you in on a little secret. It sucks. Hardcore. I'm tired (my own fault) and a wee bit cranky. I have however held my tongue (at least twice now by my count) and I've been a good girl. I know I'm JUST as surprised as you are!!!

The only entertainment I have had today is the Tweet duo Eurovision play by play by The LeBonsez (Simon and Amber respectively). They tend to agree on most acts however Amber seemed more in favour of the male topless France act than her Father. Hrm, i wonder why?

Today (of course) people have been total idiots. I know you're saying to yourself "Say it ain't so Kendra!" Oh...but I do say so my dear lovelies. Sad but true, the idiots abound. I had one customer drive up to a pump that had a big red "X" through a card (debit or credit) on the display, indicating to the non English speaking folk that the pay at the pump option was not available. So...what did this customer do? You betcha! He rammed his credit card in the slot and screwed the pump up so badly, that no one can use it. So I put a bright crimson "Out of Order" bag over the pump nozzle.

Now...what do you think happened next? YEP! Idiot_01 drove up, looked at the bag, read it, LIFTED the bag, put it back down, looked at it again. Then proceeded to lift the nozzle on the pump and put it into his tank. Am I on candid fucking camera right now?! I LOST it. I got on the PA system and said: "Sir. That pump is "OUT OF ORDER" You can tell it's out of order by the bright red bag over the nozzle that you just looked at. You will have to move to another pump". I was aggressive (probably more so than I should have been) but to be honest, and in my own defense. He read the frickin sign TWICE. And he spoke perfectly good English and I know he can read, so it wasn't like he had an excuse except that he's a dumbass. Ya know?

I'm done here in 40 minutes, and it won't be a moment too soon. I welcome it, with open arms. I'm off tomorrow, I have plans that on an emotional level I'm really not looking forward to. But after today...I'd rather be there...than here.

One Last Glimpse,


~K