My first night back was...fascinating.
I came in, and Rude's wife was there. She was so pleased to see me that she gave me a huge hug and we shot the shit while I got myself readjusted, putting me back in the computer and reminding myself of how to work things. She's a great lady, love her to bits. Rude was happy to see me too, instantly giving me back manager status, which I thought I would have to earn all over again, and instructing me to clean the equipment he used for the art fair. Then he left.
My new coworkers are nice enough. Turnover is high enough that I'm working with all new counter staff, but they seem chill, and I had a great conversation with a driver about medieval economics. Then things got weird.
The guy supposed to be keeping an eye on me is an utter fool. He gave the wrong order to a customer, put another order in wrong, then sat down and did nothing for a few hours. It was slow enough where I could take a couple smoke breaks, but I generally followed the "if you have time to lean, you have time to clean" rule.
I finished my side work and put on some music and hung out. Then the guy, who I'll call "Donald the Dumbass" or Don for short, turned to one of the drivers and said "If it's ok with you, I'm going to the bar."
Excuse yourself? What?
Did my ears fucking deceive me? You're going to get shwasted when you have a new employee who has worked one single night shift here and a surly driver who doesn't know the cash register?
He looked at me, smiled brightly, and fucked off.