Killer Instincts

There's about to be a first for the town of North Bay... Possibly a first in Canada, or even throughout the world:

Death by Deepfryer.

Sparky's on a homicidal rage, children, and for once, it has nothing to do with SoS, or even Nipissing. And, shock of all shocks, Lucky 13 is only the setting for tonight's story. It all began last weekend...

I worked 8am-4pm, as usual. No biggie there, just same old, same old. I anxiously awaited the arrival of my relief, who would take my spot in the kitchen, so I could go home, grab a shower and my newly created Magic deck ("Miracle Grow"), and catch the bus to Geoff and Tab's for 6pm-ish and the joy that is gaming.

4.30pm rolls around, and my relief still isn't there. So I call her house, and wake up her roomate. Roomie tells me that Melissa (my relief) is not home. I'm not suprised by this at all, and, knowing her usual behaviour, phone over to Dave and Ana's, where Mel usually stays when she's working. No Answer. Fine. I call Mel's cell. No answer, but it rings. Odd, but whatever. I try Julie, who would tell me who to call next, but her line is busy. So, for giggles, I call Mel's cell again. She answers. This is basically the conversation:
"Hi, Melissa? It's Lacey. I'm at the Lucky, and I'm wondering when you're going to come in?"
"...What do you mean?"
"...Um, I have the schedual here, and you're working from 4 to 7.15 pm tonight."
"Oh! Well, I wish they'd told me that. Um, I can't come in."
"Oh. ok. Where are you."
"What schedual is this on?"
"This weeks... It's penciled in, but there's marker over it... Where are you?"
"Barrie."
"...Uh...Ok..."
"I can come in once I get back into town..."
"Oh, ok, when will your bus come in?"
"7pm."

Needless to say, after a half hour of attempting to contact Julie, I ended up covering Melissa's shift, putting me at an 11hour day, and making me an hour and a half late for my game. Sparky is not impressed, but hey, I needed the hours.

Tonight, however, Dave (of Dave and Ana) opens my eyes. Somehow, that 11 hour shift was brought up, and I told him that Melissa had gone to Barrie. "Yeah, I know," says Dave, "Barrie was in my apartment." Aparently, according to what Dave heard when he got home from Parry Sound that Sunday, was that Melissa had hurt her wrist (which is a tale unto itself), and didn't know she had to work, so told me that she was in Barrie to get someone to cover her shift, not knowing that someone was me. I was right pissed, friends, but I was willing to forgive: All she had to do was explain that her wrist still hurt, and she didn't know she had to work, so could someone cover her shift please? and I would have said yes, because that's...I guess my kryptonite, or something. Tragic Flaw, perhapse.

In any case, following class, I went to the Blood Relations rehersal to tell Sarah about what Dave had told me. I started with "Melissa wasn't in Barrie!".

"I know," she says.
"How did you know?" I was flabberghasted.
"Because I saw her on the bus that day, heading to Dave and Ana's."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Sarah is my heterosexual life mate, and tells me everything...
"Well, I asked her where she was going, and she told me that she had to work that night, and that she was training someone..."

Yeah, you read that right. She KNEW she had to work. No, don't bother calling in so we can find someone to replace you. Don't bother giving me THE TRUTH. Just lie to me, and garner my sympathies, and make ME work 11 hours.

Bitch gonna die.

Actually, no. She's not going to die. Not by my hands, anyways. No, no, children, I have plans for that story-spinning, lying little worm. Plans involving Julie, Ray, and me getting more hours.
"Why?" said Meaghan. We've recently found out that not only does she already have another job, but has been doing training hours, and has not given her notice (that I know of).
"Because," I replied, "If I let this go, she will have quit from the Lucky. This way, it goes on her Record of Employment that she was fired." For anyone out there who doesn't already know, your RoE travels with you, and every employer she has will see that she got canned.

Catty? Yeah. Evil? Totally. Selfish? Sure. But this finally gives me the chance to prove, once and for all:

I'll do anything I can to help. I'll try until you're sick of me trying. But fuck me over, and heads shall roll.

On a lighter note, I'll have my Journals done tonight. I think I'm just really liking the fact that I've found a way to give myself permission to be late with things... which really needs to stop. I mean, yay for permission... boo for the way it makes me feel.

Anyways, Off to do that. I don't have to be up until later tomorrow, so I might work on some other projects too. We'll see how things go.