It Could Only Happen Here...

Do you ever get in those conversations where if anyone heard you out of context, they would be completely confused? I get this happening a lot when talking about gameplay (videogames). But today, it happened at work.

A man came into the museum. Not in a rush, but very purposeful. He stopped long enough to ask me if the museum director was in "Yes," before walking right back out. A few minutes later he came in holding some sort of old beat-up gun. He walked right past me and on towards (presumably) the offices. I get on the phone and page the director.
He answers (which almost never happens).
"There's a guy headed your way with a gun."
His voice all of a sudden is very cheerfully excited, "I love when that happens. Thank you!" And he hangs up.
I stare at the phone for a minute. Was he being sarcastic and is now alarmed? Should I have specified? Or is he genuinely happy? I shrug and go back to work.

He was genuinely happy. We have since had a conversation about how I should indeed specify if a man with a gun comes in angrily looking for him. Otherwise, I'll just enjoy the ridiculousness.

Trouble in Paradise

I've been having some trouble with my "supervisor." That is in quotes because she doesn't really do much supervising. Once they hired me, she wanted nothing to do with the store. I've been getting most of my support and help from the bookkeeper. Which is fine, though a little annoying when she pulls her rank on me when she happens to want to be gone the same week I do. Though I can't complain too much because she hired me without doing an interview or looking at my resume or anything, simply because I've been around volunteering and she knew me and knew people liked me (which is how I hear the world works). So yay for that.

My problem comes from the fact that she basically stole three finger puppets from my store. We just recently got them in and they've been a huge hit. (Points for me because they are the first company I've gone after to bring in a new product!) First, she wanted me to sell them to her at our cost instead of the actual price (divide by .6 to get the price with a 40% profit). I told her she had to talk to the bookkeeper about that because I wouldn't even know how to make that right on the computer books. So she took them to talk to the bookkeeper....and apparently merely showed them to her before taking them home.

It has been a while and she still hasn't payed for them. I've asked her about paying a couple times and she comes up with excuses and jokes it off....and what can I do because she's technically my superior? I've mentioned it to the bookkeeper, who's talked about waiting a bit more and then she could always take it out of her paycheck. But I don't want to make enemies...it's a rough situation.

Then one of the days she was subbing in for me, another finger puppet goes missing. The computer thinks we have two when physical inventory is only one. I can't prove it was her. It's right around Christmas, so there are actually a lot of people coming in. Maybe it was one of them. But with that past problem, what else can I think?

Hopefully this is resolved soon. I don't like office drama.

Court Trip

  

So, court gave Jeff and I another excuse for a "vacation."

The drive up was a bit tense as we found our balance and Jeff stressed over possible weather conditions that never materialized, but the  rest of everything was great fun!

Special shout-out to the deliciousness

of the Pied Cow, the nickle-stealing amusements of Avalon, the delightful yet sometimes depressing atmosphere of the Glass House Tavern, our hotel with its free "movies," and the cute "Switch Bot" on the wall of the Waffle House. ^_^

Switch Bot

All the quarters!

My phone was great to have,
as GPS and to look up ideas on places
to grab grub. Yay useful technology!


Overall, I think it was
a pretty awesome trip.  

Happy Jeff is happy.