ninety.one.

We used to have this woman as our General Manager. She was Russian, and sometimes would talk Russian to us, mostly when she was angry. 

She was hilarious.

She told us that she thought Jack Nicholson was hot & said "Outstanding!" whenever something smelled or tasted good.

She doesn't work with us anymore.

Instead we have Don, the new GM. 

I'm happy that I don't actually have to work with Don, because then I can just really enjoy his strange quirks.

Like his rad little safari hat that he wears to block the sun. And wears inside. Or just carries it with him around the place.

And his insistence to take care of the big umbrellas outside and the huge gallons of milk even though he has a tough time of it.

Also, one time he stocked the change drawer for us. After he stocked it we had no pennies, one roll of quarters, one roll of nickels and forty dollars in dimes. All morning, Bethany [who works with him more and gets tired of his quirks] stomped around yelling "FORTY DOLLARS?! WHY THE HELL DID HE LEAVE US WITH FORTY DOLLARS IN DIMES?!?!" I just laughed. When Don came in she calmly told him that he had left us forty dollars in dimes. Don smiled, nodding his head and flopping his safari hat, telling Bethany that at least she was well stocked with dimes. 

My last day of work is in a week. I'll miss that place.