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one more about Ling:
She had just been promoted to manager and was getting the hang of things, so other managers would stay with her to close the store until she was ready.
So, it comes time for her first night to close. Me and Ling are closing the store, counting money and basic data entry and my co-worker Chris (who is 17) is only supposed to be there until the doors close. The store is about to close and things are slow, so we predict we will leave early that night. So we lock up the doors, Chris clocks out and goes around the store to pick up some employee purchases. He buys his stuff. He's a talker, so he hangs out for a while. Ling finishes up the last register and puts the money in the safe and goes to the managers room for inputing the data. It usually takes 45 minutes for the whole closing process, but it looks like we'll be out in 10.
she comes out with a calm question. "where are my keys?" We don't know and she starts looking around and me and Chris continue talking. She comes back and is like "oh shit, i can't find my keys." She starts to panic and Chris decides to hang out with me as I briefly walk around the store looking for the keys. We go around twice and we don't see them. We tell her and she starts fucking wigging out. Shes cussing and all. Chris isn't diagnosed, but we think he had ADD, so he was immature about it. But it was 11pm by then and I was laughing with him. He starts making animal noises on the PA and starts yelling out "day 1. Ling loses job."
We come to the conclusion that when she put the money in the safe, she put left her keys in there as well. So she calls the other managers on the phone to see if they can bring their keys to the store and open the safe. One is at a party and the other flat out tells her "fuck no." By then (it's around halloween), chris puts on a gorilla suit for kids and runs into the managers room and ends up tearing up the back. we put it back on the shelf. Then we take some witch brooms and start playing hockey with a bottle of lotion and the bathroom doorways as goals.
So as an ultimate act of desperation, she calls the General Manager. Now it's 1am. we've settled down and are reading magazines. Now it's just a matter of waiting for her to come. We are reading magazines and we notice she's straightening the store. Of course, when the GM comes in at the middle of the night, she better be doing something productive. By the end, its 2am, the GM comes in with her pajamas, she is pissed off as fuck, ling has this stupid look on her face. That of course, is when I clocked out. 11 hour shift.
From there, it was customary that when she made any kind of mistake, big or small, we said:
"Code 27. Keys in the safe"
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You have some great stories so far. Any more?
