That was the best Paul could figure, as he walked the darkening streets looking for a convenience store or supply closet. Surely a wing of the Manor this large would have to be well-stocked with such essentials, no?
He found it, at the corner of Avenue B and Third Street, and entered the shop.
Chronic MMO is a degenerative disease that frequently affects students and computer users in general. It can progress into stages that can result in incredibly unsanitary practices and eventually in a state of apparent death to the rest of the world.
I’ve already pointed out a few examples of situations in which Ronnie makes very bizarre logical errors, but there are plenty more available. They follow.
Roger was probably the most unfortunate of targets of Ronnie’s e-mails. Her e-mails to Roger were the most frequent and the least comprehensible, and they all addressed practical matters, so he had to actually translate them from “idiot” to English and then act on them. Combine this with the fact that Roger has less tolerance for stupidity than most in our company, and you got a very bad work relationship.
I work at a gas station. As such, a good amount of my time at work is spent on gas prepay transactions.
Typically this consists of the customer giving me some amount of money, telling me the pump number (or attempting to), then leaving. Then I put the money in the drawer and go back to doing nothing.
Recently I had a customer to whom the whole “prepay then leave” concept must have been new.
Dear Gina,
How we handle gas change is according.
If in the evening The Cashier has
to call me mealy then they have to change the prices
out side on the
pole.
The Ronnicles – Exercises in Literacy from one of America’s Finest Convenience Store Managers
You read it here: I actually found some more Ronnie-content lying around! These were some post-it notes that she put on some applications that she had processed. Most of them are notes about how her phone calls to the various applicants went.
The pumps had a habit of leaking, and to this day refuse to print “reseats”. However, with Ronnie’s narrative voice, these problems seemed just a little more surreal.
Pump’s #1 #2 #7 and #8
Were linking This morning So We Put red Bags on them I Allso called Bob
Cornell To let him know
It wasn’t really Ronnie’s fault, at least not at first, that our store happened to be full of highly dysfunctional equipment. I’m pretty sure that there was never, and will never be, a time when nothing important was broken. Most of the time it just sat, but every once in a while Ronnie would try to do something about it. Here follow some of her e-mails regarding maintenance.
So… I guess this was probably inevitable. Though I have plenty of material, like Hillary Clinton and the gas tax holiday, I must continue to push my gimmick of The Ronnicles despite any claims that it might be worn out. So, I’ve posted this in .doc format before. So, you’ve already read it. Or have you? Making you download and open something might have stopped it from happening at all, so unavoidably I present to you Analyzing the Ronnicles as a multi-part series in nice, comfy browser-friendly HTML.
The customer enters the store. He pours himself a cup of coffee, tearing open two packs of Sweet ‘n’ Low and dumping them into the cup. He takes a little stirrer and stirs it up, trying to ensure equal distribution of cancer throughout the coffee. He then takes a lid and covers his concoction, grabs a muffin, and approaches the counter.
“Is that all?” The cashier asks.
“Yeah.”
The cashier keys in the coffee and scans the muffin.
The register reads PRICE NOT FOUND.
“Oops… that one’s not scanning.” The cashier says.
“Oh, then it MUST BE FREE!! Heh-heh-heh!” The customer grins.
And that is how a regular old customer becomes a stabbing victim.
