LOL at me and my SSM tonight. taking tills upstairs after spotting them.
ssm: sure you got all of them? i'll strangle you otherwise.
me: yep. dont you think i can learn.
ssm: k. but i won't be coming to your funeral.
*get upstairs, signing tills in*
me: fuck, 10, fuck.
ssm: should i get my noose
ssm (calling to smokeshop operator over pa, as she was the only operator who hadn't left yet): noni, go get 10, jess is a fuckwit.
*i run downstairs, a whole bunch of nightfillers are staring at me. get the till, realised its been spotted, but is 50 under. forget about it, head back upstairs.*
ssm: oi, i cant get the safe open.
me: so, i can;t open it either.
ssm: shit. so you're pretty much incompetent at everything.
me: well in two weeks i'll go back to being incompetent on tuesdays, not thursdays.
ssm: damn right. my little boy hasnt seen me in ages hey. he'll be like, who are you. and i'll be like, that bitch jess hey, go talk to her.
sadly, he's growing on me. only coz i've realised there's no prospect for change.
so not quite lol worthy when i put it into words, but the mood was lighthearted nonetheless.