Restocking

Why is it that when I desperately need a diet Mt. Dew, there are none to be had?

On my way to work this morning, I went to the gas station before leaving town so I could get $15 of gas. I was on E. So I filled up and went inside to pay and to get my daily dose of Dew.

They were out of diet. Diet is my favorite. I had to settle for regular. I guess I should be thankful that they had regular!

Why is it so hard for store clerks to restock the coolers? Do they think it's not their job? Perhaps it's not their job, but still, many empty slots stared at me as I gazed into the cooler. I hate going there on Tuesdays. I'm not sure when the Pepsi man delivers their order, but it can't come soon enough.

Which reminds me of another story: since March, DH has had Wenesdays off so he could go fishing in the evenings (he works nights). His night tournaments are now over and so he has gone back to work on Wednesdays. He is a cook, and not only does he have to make food, the cooks are responsible for cleaning certain of the prep tables in the kitchen. This one table had not been cleaned since March. He went to clean it last week and there was caked-on gunk that made him realize that no one was doing what they were supposed to be doing. I could not believe it.

"Don't they know their responsibilities?" I asked him.

"Apparently not. They'd rather dick off than see what needs to be done and do it," he replied.

"That's crazy."

"That's the caliber of employees that I work with, dear."

People are stupid--amen.