Petty Revenge: Nailed It

I’m the closing manager at the store I work at. My coworker, without fail, is always late to work on payday Fridays by three hours or more because she’s getting her nails or hair done. She gets those super-long fake acrylics done. She’s just a cashier, so it’s not like she’s moving boxes and stacking shelves.

One of my closing duties is to count the registers out to make sure they equal $200. If I notice the till is getting low on dimes, quarters, etc. I will open the rolls up and refill the tills’ coins. If you have ever worked with rolls of coins, you know how much they suck to open; I’ve noticed with her especially she struggles to open them because of said nails.

One day, I decide to get my revenge. I don’t refill her till’s coins.

Also, we have two types of coin rolls, one that you have to crack open in the middle and peel the paper away to get to the coins, or one where you just open one side and dump them. Guess which ones I make sure she has every time.

It’s not much, but it helps keep me sane during the workday.