Murphy's law and purple toenails

The good part of being the new girl? You can blame everything on the idiot who trained you. Case in point: Not telling you how to turn off the alarm and start the machines running. The alarm wasn't so bad, I called up the real manager and had him tell me the code to get some peace and quiet, and had the guy at the gas station also owned by the same company call the security company to let them know that there hadn't been a break in. The guy at the station was nice, and said that he did a similar thing his first week. The machine problem was more humiliating, since a lady showed up as I was still getting ready and got really mad when she didn't go through correctly, and demanded her money back. Now, the reason for the malfunction was twofold, the last guy hadn't quite closed up right and no one had bothered to tell the new girl how to prep the machines, once again the fault of the idiot assistant manager, who didn't do what he was supposed to do and wait until I showed up Friday to open up so I could see what to do, instead he did it all himself and I learned zip. So the lady got pissed and threatened to report me, saying something within the range of "You shouldn't be here" or something of the sort. Ray, the guy from the laser wash, basically said that even if she does they're not gonna do much to me since it wasn't my fault, and I did give her money back. And the company is pretty lax in the first week or so on the newbies, so I'll be fine.

The third bad part (since these things like to be in threes for some sick reason) was that the computer that manages the money and acts as the cash register went apeshit on me suddenly and gave me the blue, or in this case teal, screen of death, causing me to turn several people to the laser wash. As it turns out a power surge had messed up the office computer that regulates the booth one, so I just had to turn it back on again. Still, I was freaked out and it didn't help that I couldn't get ahold of anyone except the half asleep idiot assistant manager, whose comment when I told him the situation was simply "Huh. That's weird...." I was not amused. But I finally got in touch with one of the tech guys and fixed it, Слава Богу. (Thank God)

The rest of the day was considerably better, as it turns out I'm actually getting tipped reasonably. Joe, the other kid, suggested it might be because I'm a cute girl, but I hope it's that I'm friendly and get the job done, but he could be right, at least about the girl part. But they paid for my lunch, so I'm happy. I've also uttered the phrase "What the fuck" exaclty twice today, once when the computer gave me the teal screen of death and once when I had to fill up the gas tank. $3.08 a gallon for regular. Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch. Especially since I only had $10 on me plus money for food. I made a joke to the car about having to eat before I could, since I talk to the thing. I also cleaned off the windshield after some birds had a problem with me, since I go by the words of my granddad: "You take care of car, car takes care of you."

Now the purple toenails. My aunt Sharon finally gave me my birthday present almost 10 months later, a pedicure. I met up with her in the mall and we got one together. It was surprisingly nice, considering I'd been on my feet for a good part of the day and still had some nasty blisters from kendo. I went a bit nuts and went for purple-bluish nails to match my sandals. I like them, though it's a bit silly. I also took a dip in the pool near her house, and was glad I thought of keeping a suit in the car, though next time I'll pack my new one instead. The red one I've had since middle school is getting a tad tight these days.

So, crazy day, but I'm hoping this is a concentration of all the bad stuff that could happen, since knowing my luck bad stuff tends to all come at once and leave me alone afterwards. Must be the Celtic in me.