Oh the Wonderful World of Petware House

History: I got a new job in January that I actually like so I put my two weeks notice in at Petware House. They didn't have anyone at all to work Mondays so I told them I would work until they could hire someone new.

I trudged in to that terrible place every monday and worked 7 hours essentially by myself. It was the most boring and mind-numbingly awful thing that I had ever experienced. Two Mondays ago was one of the first really nice spring days. I was going absolutely insane being stuck inside with nothing to do but front the shelves over and over again. As soon as I got off work that day I told the owner I would work two more Mondays and then I was done. I had, afterall, given him my two weeks notice three months ago. Mike: Is a crazy old man who owned the old Petware House. He is now the "book keeper" at this store, which is owned by his son.

The big hoorah: I got to the pet store this morning one minute before we opened. I rang the bell. Mike flung the door open and ran back to his office to resume what I assumed to be an important phone call. I unlocked the front door and turned on the lights. I tried to clock in but neither of the registers were open so I decided to start chores since there usually aren't any customers for the first hour or two. An elderly gentleman came in and brought a cockatiel, he informed me they were giving it to us and sat it down in front of the register. He and his wife proceeded to look around for a little bit and then they left. A middle aged woman had entered the store while I was talking to the other customers and she wished to purchase some bird seed. I walked back to Mike's office and politely informed him that neither of the registers were logged in. He answered with a loud sigh and a roll of his eyes. I returned to the front of the store and told the lady he should be up in a second. Ten minutes passed. The customer went on and on about what a prick he was and how she can't wait for Pet Smart to open because they are the only other store that carries the brand of food she uses. I smiled. She commented on the fact that its completely creepy he only hires girls. I liked her. So then the phone rang, and it was for Mike so I went back to tell him.

As the door slowly slid open I could see the eyes bugging out of his head and the vein in his forehead beginning to pulse. "Can't you ring it out by hand" his frustrated words echoed throughout the store. "Nope" He yelled into the phone that he had to go and slammed it onto his desk. I followed him to the front of the store while he incredulously demanded to know how I could completely forget how to do these simple things. We were almost to the register when the magic happened.

"You can just leave"

Those are by far the four most beautifully amazing words I have heard in my entire life. I grabbed my purse and grinned the entire way out the door. The sweet words of the lady at the register floated to my ears as she calmly informed him that he is indeed, a prick. The only part of this story that could potentially be better than getting kicked out of work at 10:30 on a beautifully sunny day is the fact that I am the only one that could work mondays so its possible he was there by himself for the next six hours with a random cockatiel sitting in front of the register.