Okay, so for the record, I usually have a terribly good memory at stupid things. Like what some one was wearing three days ago. Wanna know? Ang was wearing boot cut jeans and a baby blue short sleeve T-shirt. I remember because as we were walking out of Pappadeux’s after my birthday dinner with my parents, my mom complained that she could never hit my dad in the arms and get that “SMACK.” So, I did it to Ang and got that “SMACK.” Then she snipped that I should watch out because I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and her shirt had sleeves.

So, I digress. I remember that little bit of nonsense, but what do I forget? Money! I was at work yesterday, as I am five other days of the week. As usual, one of the salespeople had me put into the computer a pool sale and I was putting all the information in and completing the sale in the computer for my boss. They were going to put $400 down as a deposit.

Now, onto the drama. We were getting ready to close at 5:10 pm, when we close at 5pm, so things were already a little on the edge. The one register is totaled and is………$400 SHORT. Yes, SHORT $400 CASH. Then my boss comes to me and asks me about the sale, showing me the envelope, asking if I had collected the money. It hit me. No, I did not collect the $400 from the customer. I panicked. Had I been the deeply emotional kind, I would have been crying. $400 is a lot of money and according to the computer, as I entered it, the man paid $400, yet he didn’t. My boss immediately called the guy at home, but he wasn’t there.

I had to work today, and I was not willing. I was swearing up a storm yesterday when I got home from work and was pissed with myself for most of the night. $400!!!! So, I come in at 1pm and am afraid to ask, then hear that my boss is not in the greatest of moods, so I’m a little scared, thinking the main reason is the $400. I ask the one woman there what had happened and she kind of chuckled, saying that my boss told the customer that I was crying about losing the money. I did not believe in the slightest and continued to ask her “Seriously, what happened?” She still told me the same thing.

I finally asked my boss what had happened and he says, “Yeah, I called and told them you were crying about losing the money so they came in to pay it. When they got here they said they had forgotten about it and realized it this morning. But, the way they were talking, I think they knew what they were doing.” That man is nuts telling these people I was crying, but he said he did it as a guilt trip. Then he tells me that if they had refused to come in, and insisted they had paid the money—a great fear of mine (I mean, does that mean I have to come up with the $400—most likely)—that he would have said, “Well, if you had paid the money, and the money is missing from the register, then it must be Amy and we’re going to have her arrested.” I was shocked and he said he wouldn’t really, but just would say it for a guilt trip again. I had to laugh at that one.

I made jokes non-stop when I did something normal, like reprint a receipt, enter an invoice in our pool books, or listed a customer on the install sheet. I would say, “Sure, I can remember to reprint the receipt for you, but expect me to collect a $400 deposit and I blank out.”

So, that’s my little crisis. I do not think I have done anything that insane, asinine, or stupid at any job, EVER. No joke. I am serious about this! I sure hope I can remember in the future that I need to ask for money, a key part of being a cashier!

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