Coincidentally, I noticed earlier today that if I squeeze the two pieces tightly together *then* push the screen back, it doesn't make the worrisome cracking noise it used to. Also, I've been thinking if I do get a new one, it's going to come with Vista on it, but I still have an old XP CD (without any service packs or updates, which should be only too fun for updating) that, coupled with product key sticker on our old computer, I can use to install XP instead. Not having to worry as much about going out to Staples is better for now though, because with that week plus a day I'm working starting on Saturday, I'm not going to be terribly enthusiastic about going there then. Although the one thing I do have to look forward to with that stretch of closes is only working 8-12 on Thursday. Depending on who the closing manager is, I may be asked to stay and help them close, but it's still over a week away.
But since I'm thinking of work, something that came up tonight. For the first part of it, things went really well, and I had ample opportunity to get everything caught up that needed to be. Manoah and I ended up talking again about more stuff, mostly related to Steve and George, and then 1:00 came, and things went downhill in all of five minutes. Question: from 12 - 12:56, we had all of two or three customers, then suddenly after that, at least five more pull in. Where the hell were you earlier in the night!? I have everything tidied up and ready to go so we can be out in no more than ten minutes, and then suddenly you all decide you need food at the last minute, and pile into the drive through. "You" in this case refers to anybody, but that's just what I was thinking then. Even better though, the second-last customer requested their fries be fresh, and here I'm thinking "It's after 1 in the morning, and we're supposed to be closed now. You're lucky you're getting anything". Sure enough, they pulled back around to complain about their fries several minutes after Manoah said we were closed, then he and I got into a heated argument about how I shouldn't have thrown the nacho cheese out, or carried the beef over, because they wanted the fries supremed. Fine Manoah, you're right, but you try steaming a rush like that where everybody comes in after we're supposed to be closed and see how calm you remain.
Also, I don't take very well to being yelled at, but that's another thing entirely.