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Thursday, October 12, 2006

Good old Mickey D's

Ever wonder what it would be like if you worked at McDonald's? Here's a peek into the minds of those people. It explains a lot.


Peachy - with a side of Keen.
So what did I do the other day? Well, we closed for the night. Something we don't normally do since we're a 24 hour store. But seeing as our Late Night manager got fired that day and he's the third manager in two weeks to either up & quit or get fired... we didn't have the manager coverage to take care of it. So, we closed the store. As will happen again tonight.

Anyhow, since he was fired for drug running AT THE STORE ("Just come pick it up," he tells his cohorts. UM... yeah.) our store manager wanted the combination changed that day, not the next day the manager who's job it is normally to change the safe combination would be in. So, I had to phone said manager. I could only get a hold of him at like, 1:30am. Everyone was still there because it's been a LONG, long time since we closed the store, and everyone's forgotten the amount of stuff one has to do. So, I proceed to follow Mike's instruction on how to change the safe combination. One critical note here - it's a digital safe. The second critical note - the door was closed. No one ever mentioned it should remain open. I'm usually good with the 'obvious' stuff, but it was going on 2am! Anyhow, he was all confuzzled because he just spent the night at the clubs. And what happens? Oh yes. Carrie-dear follows Mike's tipsy instructions on how to change the safe combination and the only thing he seems to remember fully is that I need to enter '0' six times to clear the code. So I do that. After that it goes terribly, terribly downhill.

Final outcome - we call some locksmiths after we realise the safe is NOT going to open with the old combination, the new combination, or any variant of the new combination, or even the six bloody zeros! For 17 hours one day we had a guy drilling our safe. For six and a half hours the next day, he was drilling the safe. The 10cm thick steel door to our safe, something that weighs a good 200lbs on it's own, looked like swiss frickin' cheese.

We borrowed tills from two stores, and a pile of cash from another. On the plus side though, when we returned the tills, we gave them our crappy cracked ones and we now have new, shiny, tills. :)

And Carrie is never again going to change the safe combination. But apparently, the rod inside the door was about to give out anyway. In a couple of weeks, at most, it would've wreaked the same sort of havoc - which was kind of indicative by the fact that you had to punch in the code six times or so before it would remember that you did it and let you in.

So perhaps I didn't mess it up after all. Perhaps it was just a senile old digital lock that couldn't remember it's own bloody code. ... Perhaps indeed.

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