Okay, so ....   At work just this Sunday (9/20/09), I was trying to tell my closing supervisor that he should, in the future, be more carfeul about letting a customer get away with what was likely a scam.  The customer had an HP 29 ink cartridge box with an HP 28 ink cartridge in it.  He apparently had a receipt and claimed that he found the wrong caqrtridge in the box when he opened it.  An actual customer would have likely asked for an exchange, but this guy asked just for a return.  I didn't actually process the return, but when I looked at the box and cartridge, it was pretty clear that the guy had just put the (five years old) 28 cartridge into the (just recently made) 29 box.  I was just trying to let my supervisor know to be careful in the future, and he got very angry with me about it.  That was only the beginning of the trouble.

Near closing time, another customer came in with a TI graphing calculator and wanted to return it.  Well, my supervisor was out to get another till to count when he saw the customer and went to help him.  Immediately, he yelled at the customer that he wouldn't do the return and that the customer should just leave.  See, the original transaction took place at another OfficeMax store in town, not mine, and the customer had used a debit card on the transaction.  If I had been able to help the customer, then I would have done the transaction as best I could.  Debit transactions from other stores are sometimes just weird in the register system.  Anyway, my supervisor was yelling at the customer to leave, and the customer was getting upset that he couldn't just return the calculator.  The customer tried to reach back for his wallet and thus his debit card and his ID.  My supervisor accused him of trying to pull a gun on him.  They yelled loudly and angrily at each other for some time, with the customer threatening, rightly, to call corporate.  Finally, my supervisor, with an air of disdain and hatred, said that he would do the return anyway.  The return was eventually processed, and the customer eventually left, but he was not happy.  It didn't help my supervisor that he used a racial epithet against the customer or kept slinging his name around for the customer to use later.

My supervisor went into the cash office to count down some more, all the while I was afraid that I would be hurt in the events of the night, even though I was NOT hurt.  He and I have never really seen eye to eye, since I think that he's crap as a supervisor and employee.  The very next day, I informed my manager and assistant manager about the incident, as I couldn't get ahold of them previously to talk about how I was afraid of my supervisor.  I described the incident and all, and he said that he would need to talk to HR about it first.  Anyway, the customer called just a few minutes after that and was saying that he was getting a lawyer involved and so forth.  I handed the call off to my ASM, and I guess that he took care of it.

Right now, I know that something is being done.  I don't know what, but something is being done, and I guess that's all I need to know.  I also know that I never want to be in the building alone with my supervisor ... nor see him on the street, nor any other situation involving him.  I don't want to get hurt.

Otakon '09 was actually rather fun.

I didn't mind the flight out there, either.  Well, okay, I really didn't like that my flight left at 6:24 AM, but otherwise it was fine.  There was even a really hot attendant on the leg to Atlanta; he had a great looking ass, too.  From there to Baltimore, I met the two friends who had invited me, so the three of us flew up there.  The actual events at Otakon were good.  I really liked the Kan'on Wakeshima concert, the AMV contest (those were some good AMVs), and the final panel to which we went on Saturday, "The Ultimate Hellsing Ultimate Panel of Ultimateness."  Nice title, ne?  I'll have a link to pictures.  I also bought presents for people, and a fun SD Gundam kit for myself.

The bad part was the trip back home.  We had a bit of trouble getting back to the Baltimore airport (we took a cab to the hotel when we arrived), and when I got there, there was a huge line for security.  I thought that I would be late to my flight, but thankfully I still had a bout an hour to spare before departure.  Now, the plane leaving Baltimore was about thirty minutes late, and I only had a forty minute layover in Atlanta.  With the number of people in front of me, I only had five minutes to get to my next plane, which was thankfully only two gates down.  When I got there, I was informed that the plane had already left.  With my luggage.  Fuck.  So I went on down to the customer service center, told them the situation, and they said that no other flight to Wichita would leave until 10:20 the next morning, but they were happy to ship me anywhere else.  I firmly said, no, unless they could ship me to KC that night.  There was a plane going to KC, and it was a bit late, so they let me hop on that one.  I called my parents, told them about things, they picked me up from KC and we all got home around 3am.  I got my luggage from the Wichita airport the next morning.

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I leave for Otakon bright and early tomorrow, 6:24 am.  I'll fly into Atlanta and meet a friend; from there, we'll fly into Baltimore.  It sounds like I won't have any trouble, actually.  I should have fun.

Oy vey.  It's almost July.  Otakon will be here by the third week.  I have already requested five days off for the occasion, my friend helped me with the registration for the event, and I now have a round-trip ticket to Atlanta then Baltimore, and back.  I've pretty much prepared for this, and with the ticket and all ... I can't really back out of it now.  I'm so nervous, though.  The whole thing will be new to me, and I've not flown on my own before.  People tell me it's easy, but if one is nervous, then it really isn't.

Gasrask srak staskop levesk heulsoy hi heulsoy.  Ne f'ot ser mebun sen kas mes sentwi, dar tu ri c'yet.  Derniksair tair f'aþir 'l nir þ'eplam.  Haltr ne grazo sen kas mes sentwi.  Hip si grazo sen res, kip mew deryuhir kal korkere ru derprozaskir dzewoy.  Gazi, derf'otair tair skar dzewoy, hip si mew grazo.  Kas dor ne mult klefesk ler kas misklwi.  Derwelair hezir leus, bukl hartsu sen kas dorwi.  Syesk srak kal sa mopels hew trotl, hi niksa dor, dar 'l sa heuls þ'epla sunt mebunost han þ'uzya mi.  Ne syesk.  Bay bay.

Saturday wasn't worth it.