Wednesday, July 15. 2009Benoni (Section 5)
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As it happened, I didn't have to wait long because I opened the store with Erica the next day. She grunted at me with a surly "I need coffee" expression on her face as I walked in. Not the most auspicious start to an eight-hour work day, I thought to myself. I didn't have to wait long for the usual complaints to begin. "Who the Hades closed last night? Did they manage to pull their head out before driving home? Moon and stars! There aren't any fives in this cash drawer. Did Kim close last night? I wouldn't put it past that vapid slut." "Erm, no. She opened with me yesterday. I think Dave closed last night." "Huh." "Yeah. So. I'm guessing you need to run to the bank?" "No. There's some to spare in the other." "I. . .see. So, no harm done, then." "Nope." An atypically pleasant response. I didn't think she liked Dave. Either I had completely misjudged Erica over the past couple of years or she was acting very much out of character. I tried to think of a reasonable explanation. Was it possible Ben had figured out a soft spot and passed it on to Dave? Maybe. I definitely needed to find out. At the very least it would make working with her much easier. I decided to see if she'd give me any clues. "So, I hear you got to work with Kim's nephew yesterday."
"Yup." Wow. Maybe she was a pod person. Where were the long diatribes I was accustomed to? "What did you think?" "He was nice enough." She wasn't going to make this easy was she? "He seems to pick things up quickly." "Yeah. I don't think he shares any genes with our diminutive dictator." "Huh. I have a shift with him on Friday. Anything you think I should work on with him?" (Still fishing.) "No. He had a real good grip on everything. He even upsold a couple of our regulars on purchases that completely floored me." (Yeah and he upsold you on a trip to the ice cream parlour, didn't he?) "Wow, seriously? If he keeps that up, he's going to give you competition on the sales charts." My curiosity got the best of me. I decided the direct approach was really my best option at this point. "Kim says you guys went out for ice cream." An annoyed look crossed her face. "What a jealous whore. She probably trapped him when he got home and grilled him on why he didn't immediately come home to pleasure her. I hate her. It wasn't even my idea. I was just thinking how good an ice cream sundae sounded when he asked if I wanted to go get some ice cream at the DQ in the food court. Why can't Kim just leave us alone." Whoa. That did it. Now, to pull her out of her nosedive into vile tirade. "So was it fun? I mean, ice cream is always good, but was it, like, a date?" She sneered at me. Crap. "No. It was just ice cream. Stop being so nosy." The rest of the shift passed as all shifts with Erica pass: miserably. Trackbacks
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