Today was pretty insane.
We got to work early. Praise God we did.
I pushed Ron all the way down the hall (half a mile) to our area. We discovered 3 vending machines were down. One is not accepting bills. Two had coin jams.
Ron and I got the soda machine coin jam, fixed. The second one was more difficult. I disassembled the mechanism and tried to remount it. Couldn't. Handed it over to Ron. He couldn't get it either. We ended up making a frantic phone call and getting some help on it.
But I felt pretty guilty, standing there with the stupid thing in my hand, refusing to mount, or slide back. Our guy got it in 30 seconds. On that thing, we need a new coin mech anyway, so we got a quote on that for the State.
I worked on the "not taking bills" machine but didn't have as much time as I'd have liked. I'm not sure if I did get it. Worst case it has a sister machine right next to it.
Someone left an out of code pastry lying on a table. Was it ours? I don't know. I will have to pay refunds on Monday.
I tried to get at "The threes" (every machine is named; snack 3 and soda 3 are in the new locker room). It was locked! It has a big construction KEEP OUT sign.
How am I supposed to get the money if I can't get to my machine? Agh.
So, with all that I really doubted I would get paid. But I did. Thank you God for that. I have to buy medication and pay my doctor.
Thank you, God. My life is a little more adventurous than if I just pulled a check every 2 weeks.
I ran up and down that half mile hallway, several times. My pants are getting loose, I see why. It's sure not my eating.
Work ended with simultaneous demands: Ron's phone rang with Metrolift outside and leaving in 5 minutes. The othe vendor's guy (the one who fixed my label gun) asked if he could borrow said gun. I had to get it out of my hidey hole and show him where to put it when he's done.
Then I bolted, pushing Ron in his wheelchair.
Whew.
After that, Walmart-during-the-holidays was nothing.
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