Manoah also got to asking me earlier tonight if I'd loan him $400, because he'd gotten to talking about how he and his Mom were thinking of getting a car, but how they didn't have enough money immediately available for it, and somewhere along the line, I told him how much I had, and he took that as a sign that I'd be willing to lend him some. I was getting to the point where I was going to tell him yes, but then he dropped it, and I'm glad that's what happened. Like I said before, I have no problem with loaning people money, as long as I know I'm going to get paid back. He still owes me $2 I let him have so he could go to KFC to get a thing of gravy. If it's taking him this long to get such a small amount back to me (honestly, I really don't care about it anymore, but I don't have any other examples), then one can only imagine what it'd be like with a larger amount.
I really don't know how much longer I'll be able to so freely spend money either. Earlier on in the night, Manoah was talking to Glenda about the people that are leaving, then asked me if I was looking for a different job as well. I said yes, but right now, I'm not. Honestly though, I really should be. As Glenda put it, there's nowhere to go at Taco Bell. The most you can do is become a manager, but after that, there's nothing higher up. Hell, I've been there a few days over a year now, and aside from manager-specific work, I've learned pretty much everything there is to be done there. I don't want to become a manager either. The problem with what I said though is that since I told Manoah first, he's going to go to everyone else and tell them. Not even 5 minutes after I told him tonight, he walked over to front cash and told Glenda what I'd said. Watch. Next time I work with Josh, he's going to come up to me all worried like and ask if I really am looking for a different job :p Really though, it took enough effort to get this job alone, so unless something really drastic happens, I'll probably be there at least until summer.
As for tonight on a whole, it went pretty good. We weren't too busy, and as per the usual, the only times we actually had quite a few customers were when we were trying to get things cleaned up. I was on drive through, Manoah was on line, and Glenda just helped whoever needed it the most, but she also had a headset on, so she took orders for a bit as well. Now I'm off for two days, and back from 7 - close on Wednesday. Not bad.
What the hell...? I was just playing DukAmok's version of "Forever" in StepMania, and all of a sudden the program hangs, but the song kept playing one little bit over and over, as well as the assist tick kept ticking away. My hand was just starting to warm up too :p It's been way too long since I played that game, and I still have StepMania Online installed, but nobody to play it with, so... if you're reading this, and you happen to play that game and are fairly good at it (say being able to AA 10-footers with little to no difficulty), let me know :)
There's one more thing about work that came to mind while I was playing StepMania though. A while back, on a Friday, I had the night off, so I had my own plans for the evening and such, and was quite happy that I actually was scheduled for a weekend shift off. However, about 7:00, someone knocked on the door. It was Josh. He literally told me "Get your uniform on. We need you to come work." I did so at the time, because he didn't seem to be messing around, but now that I think of it, I should've just told him no, and closed the door in his face. You don't come to my house and tell me I'm coming in to work. Calling me? Sure, go ahead. Stopping by and politely asking if I'll come in? Yeah, it's annoying but tolerable. Pounding on the door and giving me no choice in the matter? No way. It's just that it was literally "You're coming in to work" as opposed to "Can you come in to help us?" Seriously, if it comes to the point where you don't have enough staff to run a given shift (say only one or two people), and it's absolutely impossible to have anyone come in to help, close the store. I know it's not "allowed" because people care too much about sales (and they should, but there's a fine line between caring about and being absolutely ridiculous), but sometimes exceptions have to be made. If you ask me, it'd be fun to have to close the store one night, then after everything's cleaned up and whatnot, going out and hiding in the tree or something and watching all the people come into drive through, and seeing what they do. Even if it comes to having to answer to the district manager, sometimes things can't be helped.
That sort of situation would be next to impossible to come by though, because not only is Earl essentially "on call" just in case something like that happens, but also, as we've proven before, it's possible to run the store with only 3 people, on a Saturday night, and still be out of there at 5.
Gah. It's already 5 in the morning :o I hate to say it, but I don't think I'm going to be calling about a Wii today. By the time I get to bed, they'll just be opening. As well, constantly worrying about getting one is really starting to get annoying. It's getting to the point where I'll do anything to get one, and that's not the case. I'm going to get a Wii eventually, and as things stand now, it might as well be some time next month. They're probably in such short demand right now that you'd literally have to camp outside the store to get one, and we all know how to that went last time. It's just like, I really badly want one, but I can't be arsed to put the effort into it. I'd rather just sit around and wait for the opportunity to come to me, rather than having to go looking for it. Once again, last I knew, the money for it was locked away in the little box in my room, and it should be fairly secure there, but I can't help but ask "How long is it going to sit there for?"
Well, I'm getting new speakers today either way. We'll see how things go after that. I'll still call EB Games whenever I get out of bed, just to check on things, but otherwise, I'm waiting.
Ack. This song's going to make me swallow the little dangly thing at the back of my throat :x It's "Warm and Fuzzy" by Billy Gilman, and I can just barely do the high-pitched voice, but that involves singing right from the back of my throat, and it feels like it's going to go down any second :s Woo randomness.
With that, I think I'm going to be off to bed though, because I need to get to sleep sometime.