Beautiful day in store for me. Sunny with a high of 74.
Imma be a busy beaver today. I have to call my boss and tell him that I don't want his Food and Beverage Director

in my store anymore. He's a dip shit. His brother was the last Chef I ran off. I called him Chef Meth. This guy may be lazier than his brother. Plus, he's lost all respect of the staff so whatever he tells them to do, even if it's good, they're not going to do it. Apparently, he's been saying his brother saved this place and I ran him off and that's why there are problems. Unfortunately for him all those people had to work with his sorry ass brother and know the truth. Now they're all coming to me telling me his bullshit. A few waitresses flat out called him a liar to his face. He came to me and told me he wanted them fired but couldn't give a reason that made sense so I ignored him - I didn't find out until later that they called him out on his bullshit. Sometimes I love my hoes. (I'm starting to understand why Danke takes such a special interest in them)
Anyway, Food and Beverage Director guy told me he is going to be working at my store on Thursdays to straighten it out and bring me in line. I chuckled because he picked my day off. How the fuck is he suppose to bring me in line when I'm not even there?

What dipshit. I have to tell my real boss that I don't need his help.
One of his brilliant schemes is to only sell local craft beer. My location is out in the sticks. Ninety percent of our beer sales are Bud Light. I have craft beer for the occasional passer through but craft beer is EXPENSIVE and my rednecks don't buy it. As a matter of fact, my best customers requested Natty Light. I got it for them and they love the shit.
I also want to talk to my real boss about getting all the hoes Younghoe Falcons jerseys to wear on game day. I think that would liven things up on gameday since the Falcon suck so bad. Maybe get on for myself that says Oldhoe, lol.