|Jared Price (dexterous_fake) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-09-09 17:21:00
|Current mood:||pissed off|
|Entry tags:||deirdre of the sorrows, jared price|
Who: Jared Price and Deirdre
What: Oops I fucked up...
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Deirdre's bakery
Monday afternoon Jared was certain Deirdre was going to can his ass after his weekend fuck up. The drawer came up short. More than ten dollars short. He was pretty sure he had mis-typed an order somewhere. Or he was given the wrong bill and didnt catch it. He knew how most places were. Anything over five was grounds for a write up or fire. This was at least twenty dollars he'd fucked up. His track record didn't help.
His shoulders were slumped already waiting for her to meet him at the door and politely tell him that he wasn't working out. He'd been at this a little over a week and he was still flailing. For some reason it pissed him off he fucked up so soon---but it was hard to teach an old dog new tricks.