So here I am and it's almost December. Some days drag on but occasionally you stop and look around and think ' where the hell did all that time go?'
Many things have happened since I last logged on. One of my good friends, the lioness quit the Happy Waffle. It was finally time for her to go back to school and do the things she wants to do. For me it was bitter sweet and I'll admit I went through most of the stages of grief. I bawled like a baby, was totally thinking she might change her mind, and then was a bit angry (anger mostly because I wanted to be the one to leave too). After working with someone for ten years and seeing them at least 4days a week it's a bit different when they aren't there when you turn around. I miss her. A lot.
More about change later...
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Some things matter and the rest...well they don't
Thought I'd pop in and blog about what a weird month it's been. On the 16th I got a parking ticket! This is a slightly big deal for me. I'm 31 years old and the last ticket I had was when I was 18. Come on, I was 18 in New Orleans..and btw I never paid it. So either I have some random warrant in the state of Louisiana or the hurricane has totallly wiped that clear for me. That's not important.
We parked downtown so we could get out of the house and have a fun day for all three of us. This parking lot used to be free for all day use. Apparently I missed the memo, not to mention the tiny signs that proclaimed it a 2 hour lot. So we come beebopping back to the truck and I see that little yellow paper stuck under the windshield wiper.
"What the hell is this?"
Of course I then proceed to look around me as if the information genie is going to pop up and say 'hello friend you're mistaken, that can't be for you'....well it is and that's when I notice the tiny signs. Figures.
Yesterday was errand running day. I needed to go to the postoffice first. The parking lot can look fairly empty but everytime I go inside there is always a long line to stand in. I figure there are two reasons for this.
ONE: Everyone decides they will carpool. That means for every car in the parking lot there must be 3 or more people inside that all rode together. If that is the case then by all means they should have at least 2 or more packages that need to go over seas, have tracking, insurance or any number of add-ons that you could possibly get for a package.
TWO: If there are 7 service windows then only two people are working the counter. The other 5 people must have car pooled to lunch. Most likely though, they are on uncoordinated breaks, this IS a government run facility. (I am not knocking the government hardcore, I just find it silly. Besides my dad works for the government, which is why I find it so silly)
The customers in line with me however never find these things amusing or silly. If they aren't looking put out then there are always the comments "why can't they get more people to run these desks?" "Why can't so and so write her label correctly the first time?" "Why can't he buy his stamps at the kiosk out in the lobby?" Always with the whining..well let's think. Maybe the others are on break or it's their day off (it's thursday anyway, do you need a full staff during the week?)...maybe she didn't realize that she needed tracking on her package and now has to re-write it....maybe he only has cash for stamps, the little machine only takes plastic (I've looked). Who cares!? Whining about it or making the sour face is NOT going to get you up to the front faster.
The next thing on the list was go pay the utility bill. Usually I drop it off the night before but I forgot. That means I actually have to go inside to pay. This was new for me. Surprise! More people inside than out. I had to take a little number, like the ones you pull off at the DMV and then pick a space of wall to lean against. Just like the DMV there are approximately 5 chairs for a dozen people. Surprise Again! There are about 6 service windows and only 2 tellers. Hmm maybe they also rode with the postal workers to lunch. Super Surprise!! The older gentleman who came in behind me (I'm about 5 tickets away from being called) starts whining and bitching about the lack of employees. Really? must you? Maybe he shouldn't have forgotten to turn his bill in the night before..or even better, bought stamps with his credit card and mailed it five days ago, that would have been waaay faster. I'm secrectly amused of course because all I can hear in my head is my dad saying "Some people would bitch if you hung them with a new rope" I love you dad!
Last on the agenda for errands was pay that stupid parking ticket!
Way more cars in the parking lot, I guess no one wants to carpool to court lol! I'm ready for security to check me out at the metal detector..he looks like he's missed the carpool to lunch, yikes! Time to stand briefly against the wall again. The only chair is occupied by a very pregnant woman who looks like she might pass out or give birth any second. Finally at the window I hand over my little ticket. The cashier can't find me in the ticket file behind her. She then goes and checks another file box, no dice. Looking annoyed she looks me up on the computer, Bingo! Now I have to sign a piece of paper that states that I'm pleading Guilty and paying the fine. I'm thinking to myself 'how would someone go about pleading Not Guilty to a parking ticket?' While I'm doing this SURPRISE! someone behind me is obviously mad that I'm taking too long or that there is only one open cashier...give it a rest people, seriously. SO I s l o w l y put my reciept back in my wallet, pause and wish the girl a good day and then leave.
Pause today and take a deep breath...some things matter and the rest..well they don't ( and if you didn't give yourself enough time to run your errands quit bitching, it's your fault!)
Tyger
We parked downtown so we could get out of the house and have a fun day for all three of us. This parking lot used to be free for all day use. Apparently I missed the memo, not to mention the tiny signs that proclaimed it a 2 hour lot. So we come beebopping back to the truck and I see that little yellow paper stuck under the windshield wiper.
"What the hell is this?"
Of course I then proceed to look around me as if the information genie is going to pop up and say 'hello friend you're mistaken, that can't be for you'....well it is and that's when I notice the tiny signs. Figures.
Yesterday was errand running day. I needed to go to the postoffice first. The parking lot can look fairly empty but everytime I go inside there is always a long line to stand in. I figure there are two reasons for this.
ONE: Everyone decides they will carpool. That means for every car in the parking lot there must be 3 or more people inside that all rode together. If that is the case then by all means they should have at least 2 or more packages that need to go over seas, have tracking, insurance or any number of add-ons that you could possibly get for a package.
TWO: If there are 7 service windows then only two people are working the counter. The other 5 people must have car pooled to lunch. Most likely though, they are on uncoordinated breaks, this IS a government run facility. (I am not knocking the government hardcore, I just find it silly. Besides my dad works for the government, which is why I find it so silly)
The customers in line with me however never find these things amusing or silly. If they aren't looking put out then there are always the comments "why can't they get more people to run these desks?" "Why can't so and so write her label correctly the first time?" "Why can't he buy his stamps at the kiosk out in the lobby?" Always with the whining..well let's think. Maybe the others are on break or it's their day off (it's thursday anyway, do you need a full staff during the week?)...maybe she didn't realize that she needed tracking on her package and now has to re-write it....maybe he only has cash for stamps, the little machine only takes plastic (I've looked). Who cares!? Whining about it or making the sour face is NOT going to get you up to the front faster.
The next thing on the list was go pay the utility bill. Usually I drop it off the night before but I forgot. That means I actually have to go inside to pay. This was new for me. Surprise! More people inside than out. I had to take a little number, like the ones you pull off at the DMV and then pick a space of wall to lean against. Just like the DMV there are approximately 5 chairs for a dozen people. Surprise Again! There are about 6 service windows and only 2 tellers. Hmm maybe they also rode with the postal workers to lunch. Super Surprise!! The older gentleman who came in behind me (I'm about 5 tickets away from being called) starts whining and bitching about the lack of employees. Really? must you? Maybe he shouldn't have forgotten to turn his bill in the night before..or even better, bought stamps with his credit card and mailed it five days ago, that would have been waaay faster. I'm secrectly amused of course because all I can hear in my head is my dad saying "Some people would bitch if you hung them with a new rope" I love you dad!
Last on the agenda for errands was pay that stupid parking ticket!
Way more cars in the parking lot, I guess no one wants to carpool to court lol! I'm ready for security to check me out at the metal detector..he looks like he's missed the carpool to lunch, yikes! Time to stand briefly against the wall again. The only chair is occupied by a very pregnant woman who looks like she might pass out or give birth any second. Finally at the window I hand over my little ticket. The cashier can't find me in the ticket file behind her. She then goes and checks another file box, no dice. Looking annoyed she looks me up on the computer, Bingo! Now I have to sign a piece of paper that states that I'm pleading Guilty and paying the fine. I'm thinking to myself 'how would someone go about pleading Not Guilty to a parking ticket?' While I'm doing this SURPRISE! someone behind me is obviously mad that I'm taking too long or that there is only one open cashier...give it a rest people, seriously. SO I s l o w l y put my reciept back in my wallet, pause and wish the girl a good day and then leave.
Pause today and take a deep breath...some things matter and the rest..well they don't ( and if you didn't give yourself enough time to run your errands quit bitching, it's your fault!)
Tyger
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Zap! and a lot of wet kittehs...
Ok so this week has been nothing short of interesting. Tuesday my dad calls and says his air conditioner has broken for a couple days and he wants to pick my brain. Hey this is right up my alley, this is exactly what I'm going to school for! Yay I can help! So we narrow it down on the phone to the condenser fan motor.
"I'll go get another one tomorrow after work and maybe you can come over and help" he says.
"Sure, no sweat!" I'm still chipper and kinda excited. Wednesday rolls around and he picks me up from work with a ghetto drawing of what the motor looked like before he popped it off and got another one. WTF?! This drawing, and I'm using the term loosely, looks like a kindergarten picture except it's not done in crayon.
"I had a hard time tracing this all out and my glasses kept trying to fall off, I hate getting old etc etc.."
"Dad I don't understand this picture at all"
"Just wait til you get there and see it cause I can't explain it, this system is older than dirt I swear"
Well he wasn't joking about that. The whole thing looked like the first settlers had installed it! So it's 94 degrees out and I'm sweating balls trying to trace all these screwed up wires so we can put the motor on correctly.
Test one: One of my wires crossed and ZAP we blew a fuse...well that's easy enough. Drink more gatorade and wipe sweat out of my eyes. Double check wires.
Test two: The new motor fires up fine but the fan is turning the wrong direction. Ok no problem, that's easy to fix as well.
Test three: Everything starts up and works perfectly. Right about then I feel a mix between proud and heat exhaustion but mostly proud. Dad is thrilled and happy because he won't have to sweat himself to sleep anymore. He beams at me and tells my step mom that I fixed it. Well yeah but I cheated and had last semesters notes to referr to :)
Thursday-- My mom has told us to wake up early so we can drive to go see a show at a tourist spot an hour away. Sounds cool so I wake Panther and Oscelot up at 6am so we all can go eat breakfast before we leave town. My mom is late picking us up! This is a big deal. Never, never, and I mean never is she tardy to anything. In fact the last time I was supposed to do something with her and showed up a little late she ended up crying and saying how I probably didn't want to even spend time with her. Now my mom is neither as crazy as Panthers or as uncaring as Oscelots and that's why I was totally surprised by this. All she had to say about it was "oops, I don't know what I was thinking haha" Huh, well alrighty then.
We make it to the show just fine. It was called The Amazing Pet Show. I thought it was a hoot. The coolest part in the whole thing were the trained house cats. They would walk tight ropes and balance beams and roll over and do all sorts of neat tricks. Why can't my kids be as cool? They don't do tricks, they get into trouble and basically the only really good trick they are good at is taking naps!
Which brings me to tonight...KITTY BATH TIME! Now this only happens once a year in the spring time when all the winter coat is nasty and shedding everywhere. Thank heavens this only happens once a year. We have 5 cute kids, yes I said 5, and this year was Little Man and Evelyn's first time. One by one we rounded them up..Panther insisted on taking a before and after shot of each of them. I guess why not add insult to injury, right? Needless to say its a family affair, lots of struggling, yowling and trying to claw our eyes out. Everyone ends up wet and miserable looking. My little princess Delylah (my baby and queen bee of the house) even showed her disdain of me personally. I sat down on the couch and looked over at her and told her I was sorry and asked her if she felt a little better now that she was clean. She climbed up on the couch and right in front of me pooped on a stack of clean underwear that I had folded last night! I couldn't believe it! In the past Delylah has peed on Panther's clothes to show her that she wasn't welcome (that stopped after she figured out Panther was not going anywhere) and every once in a while she will pee on a stack of DIRTY laundry if I don't wash it right away ( I swear she might be OCD a little). Bold as brass..I swear if she could have flipped me off while doing it she would have.
Well it's past my bedtime...gotta go--Tyger
"I'll go get another one tomorrow after work and maybe you can come over and help" he says.
"Sure, no sweat!" I'm still chipper and kinda excited. Wednesday rolls around and he picks me up from work with a ghetto drawing of what the motor looked like before he popped it off and got another one. WTF?! This drawing, and I'm using the term loosely, looks like a kindergarten picture except it's not done in crayon.
"I had a hard time tracing this all out and my glasses kept trying to fall off, I hate getting old etc etc.."
"Dad I don't understand this picture at all"
"Just wait til you get there and see it cause I can't explain it, this system is older than dirt I swear"
Well he wasn't joking about that. The whole thing looked like the first settlers had installed it! So it's 94 degrees out and I'm sweating balls trying to trace all these screwed up wires so we can put the motor on correctly.
Test one: One of my wires crossed and ZAP we blew a fuse...well that's easy enough. Drink more gatorade and wipe sweat out of my eyes. Double check wires.
Test two: The new motor fires up fine but the fan is turning the wrong direction. Ok no problem, that's easy to fix as well.
Test three: Everything starts up and works perfectly. Right about then I feel a mix between proud and heat exhaustion but mostly proud. Dad is thrilled and happy because he won't have to sweat himself to sleep anymore. He beams at me and tells my step mom that I fixed it. Well yeah but I cheated and had last semesters notes to referr to :)
Thursday-- My mom has told us to wake up early so we can drive to go see a show at a tourist spot an hour away. Sounds cool so I wake Panther and Oscelot up at 6am so we all can go eat breakfast before we leave town. My mom is late picking us up! This is a big deal. Never, never, and I mean never is she tardy to anything. In fact the last time I was supposed to do something with her and showed up a little late she ended up crying and saying how I probably didn't want to even spend time with her. Now my mom is neither as crazy as Panthers or as uncaring as Oscelots and that's why I was totally surprised by this. All she had to say about it was "oops, I don't know what I was thinking haha" Huh, well alrighty then.
We make it to the show just fine. It was called The Amazing Pet Show. I thought it was a hoot. The coolest part in the whole thing were the trained house cats. They would walk tight ropes and balance beams and roll over and do all sorts of neat tricks. Why can't my kids be as cool? They don't do tricks, they get into trouble and basically the only really good trick they are good at is taking naps!
Which brings me to tonight...KITTY BATH TIME! Now this only happens once a year in the spring time when all the winter coat is nasty and shedding everywhere. Thank heavens this only happens once a year. We have 5 cute kids, yes I said 5, and this year was Little Man and Evelyn's first time. One by one we rounded them up..Panther insisted on taking a before and after shot of each of them. I guess why not add insult to injury, right? Needless to say its a family affair, lots of struggling, yowling and trying to claw our eyes out. Everyone ends up wet and miserable looking. My little princess Delylah (my baby and queen bee of the house) even showed her disdain of me personally. I sat down on the couch and looked over at her and told her I was sorry and asked her if she felt a little better now that she was clean. She climbed up on the couch and right in front of me pooped on a stack of clean underwear that I had folded last night! I couldn't believe it! In the past Delylah has peed on Panther's clothes to show her that she wasn't welcome (that stopped after she figured out Panther was not going anywhere) and every once in a while she will pee on a stack of DIRTY laundry if I don't wash it right away ( I swear she might be OCD a little). Bold as brass..I swear if she could have flipped me off while doing it she would have.
Well it's past my bedtime...gotta go--Tyger
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Drop it like it's hot?
Today everyone is officially "Drop Things Day"...Why? Lets see:
5:36 a.m.---the opening server at the Happy Waffle, Indian Head, tries to replace the 5 gallon bag of milk in the machine. The nipple pops off, spraying milk all over her, the counter, and the floor. What a mess to clean up right before we open...time to get the mop bucket and towels. I felt bad because I had way too many things to do to help and the fact that she had to call and wake up her boyfriend so he could bring her a new shirt.
6:12 a.m --Kitchen Boss drops the poach egg pot which had just started boiling. Lucky for him he didn't get splashed..hmmm where did that mop go??
7:45ish--Right before Twin is supposed to clock on I dropped a bag of hashbrowns and it breaks open all over the line..no mop just a broom this time.
9:00 to about 11---Oatmeal dropped onto Twin's hand (ouch). Dishwasher drops a coffee cup which bounces off the rubber mat twice and THEN breaks (that was kinda cool looking). One customer dropped her baby as I was going to the drink station to get a soda (holding back a chuckle at this point because neither a mop or towels are going to help).
12:52--Almost time for me to go (it's my early out day) I splash bacon grease on my finger and drop a nice little cuss word loud enough for Botox Boss to shush me...at this point in the day I just wanted everyone to drop dead!
Finally this day is dropping off into history and hopefully, please let it be....no repeats!
Later--Tyger
5:36 a.m.---the opening server at the Happy Waffle, Indian Head, tries to replace the 5 gallon bag of milk in the machine. The nipple pops off, spraying milk all over her, the counter, and the floor. What a mess to clean up right before we open...time to get the mop bucket and towels. I felt bad because I had way too many things to do to help and the fact that she had to call and wake up her boyfriend so he could bring her a new shirt.
6:12 a.m --Kitchen Boss drops the poach egg pot which had just started boiling. Lucky for him he didn't get splashed..hmmm where did that mop go??
7:45ish--Right before Twin is supposed to clock on I dropped a bag of hashbrowns and it breaks open all over the line..no mop just a broom this time.
9:00 to about 11---Oatmeal dropped onto Twin's hand (ouch). Dishwasher drops a coffee cup which bounces off the rubber mat twice and THEN breaks (that was kinda cool looking). One customer dropped her baby as I was going to the drink station to get a soda (holding back a chuckle at this point because neither a mop or towels are going to help).
12:52--Almost time for me to go (it's my early out day) I splash bacon grease on my finger and drop a nice little cuss word loud enough for Botox Boss to shush me...at this point in the day I just wanted everyone to drop dead!
Finally this day is dropping off into history and hopefully, please let it be....no repeats!
Later--Tyger
Monday, May 30, 2011
wiped out..
Work..
Well today was a holiday for everyone, almost everyone I suppose. We got creamed, slaughtered, wiped out...call it what you want. Kitchen Boss came in even though technically it's his day off. For the most part everyone brought their A game. All I've got to say is that I'm glad I'm off tomorrow. I may even lay in bed an extra hour..nah probably not, i wake up at 6am automatically even of i don't want to haha
Side note: thanks to Panther someone besides me pops in and reads this silly blog. Hi and I'm sure something cool and/or exciting will happen tomorrow. Until then be good to yourselves Tyger
Another side note: pray or send vibes for Lifeguards great grandma who passed away today...im sorry dear heart
Well today was a holiday for everyone, almost everyone I suppose. We got creamed, slaughtered, wiped out...call it what you want. Kitchen Boss came in even though technically it's his day off. For the most part everyone brought their A game. All I've got to say is that I'm glad I'm off tomorrow. I may even lay in bed an extra hour..nah probably not, i wake up at 6am automatically even of i don't want to haha
Side note: thanks to Panther someone besides me pops in and reads this silly blog. Hi and I'm sure something cool and/or exciting will happen tomorrow. Until then be good to yourselves Tyger
Another side note: pray or send vibes for Lifeguards great grandma who passed away today...im sorry dear heart
Friday, May 27, 2011
Me and that crazy place I call work...
It's Monday...wait you say, it's really Friday. Yes I know, maybe for you but not in my work week, today is Monday. The only cool thing that happens on my Monday is that it's also payday. This is maybe the only thing that sees me through the whole ordeal. My crew is an interesting bunch and and I'm the only female out of the group. It's amusing to me most days. Guys for the most part are drama free. If they have a problem usually it involves them saying or yelling whats on their mind. Once it's off their chest they go about their business and issues are solved. At this point I'm one of the guys, raunchy as the rest and just as foul most days. I don't think I would fit well with the front of the house, too many women. It's gossip central and if you aren't careful a well placed knife in the back. Don't get me wrong, I'm friends with most of them and we have a good crew but wow the cat fights when they happen are something else. Besides it's a little clicky like highschool some days.
So back to the kitchen. First off there is Kitchen Boss--he's the kitchen manager, you know the guy that makes the schedules, tells you what to do (although we already know our jobs), takes the brunt of the shit rolling downhill from the owners and ladles it out in bearable doses to us pee-ons. Then we have Super Freak--he works fine when things are pretty slow but get more than 6 tickets at a time and he's running around like a chicken with his head cut off, of course not really doing anything useful either. He's been there maybe a whole year longer than me. Technically if we want to get specific I would be labeled second in command. Next to Super Freak I've been there the longest and know all the rules, hell I even did some time as night manager when they opened the new store. After me comes Dead Head--former hippy but still stoner who has the most laid back attitude. I've never seen him freak out, not even when we're balls to the wall busy. It's pretty refreshing actually to know someone is still plugging along and not getting all riled up over the crazy. And last but not least is Twin--I call him that because we are the same height, almost same build (although he does have more muscle bulk, duh male), the same attitude toward work and women (yes we appreciate eye candy when we see it) and in the summer when the hair gets short, well we're twins :)
So today it's me, Kitchen Boss and Super Freak. Kitchen Boss is in a quiet mood which never bothers me. Most times when I'm in the zone I don't really hold conversations with anyone and my internal radio picks the beat to go by. Super Freak however was chatty cathy over there the whole day, well almost the whole day. We started getting busy and then someone ordered a quesadilla. This to me is the weirdest thing on our menu as far as new additions are concerned. I never understand why someone would come to the Happy Waffle and order this dish. To me it's like walking into a chinese food place and ordering spaghetti...but whatever. Super Freak HATES and I mean really HATES making this. I don't really understand why, it's not any harder to put together than any of the other sandwhichy things we have or any more complicated for that matter. The thing about it is, it doesn't matter if there are ten things going on at the same time it all stops just so he can make one quesadilla...what? you need 3 french toasts too? well too bad I gotta make this quesadilla...nevermind the fact that half the grill is empty and now things are behind. I don't get it but it's annoying and slows everything down. One quesadilla will also turn Super Freak into a cranky bitch. No more cracking jokes, no dancing, shoot he won't even talk to anyone and just mumbles things to himself for at least a good hour. Secretly it makes me laugh and on occasions where I just want to annoy him I will ask some of the servers to try and sell as many as they can..it's funny, what can I say?
Weirdest order today though goes to the raw bacon sandwiches. Yes I say raw because that's pretty much how it went. I get the ticket which says "see Server" so I go hey what's up? Well they want me to pull out the raw uncooked bacon and throw it on the grill for about 30 seconds, flip it, 30 more seconds and then put it on some toast. EEEWWW! Do you want worms?! Seriously! I don't even think the stuff was even warm! That folks is why we have the disclaimer at the bottom of the menus that say "Eating raw or uncooked food is not a good idea" (well it says something close to that anyway)
Be good to your bodies people---Later
So back to the kitchen. First off there is Kitchen Boss--he's the kitchen manager, you know the guy that makes the schedules, tells you what to do (although we already know our jobs), takes the brunt of the shit rolling downhill from the owners and ladles it out in bearable doses to us pee-ons. Then we have Super Freak--he works fine when things are pretty slow but get more than 6 tickets at a time and he's running around like a chicken with his head cut off, of course not really doing anything useful either. He's been there maybe a whole year longer than me. Technically if we want to get specific I would be labeled second in command. Next to Super Freak I've been there the longest and know all the rules, hell I even did some time as night manager when they opened the new store. After me comes Dead Head--former hippy but still stoner who has the most laid back attitude. I've never seen him freak out, not even when we're balls to the wall busy. It's pretty refreshing actually to know someone is still plugging along and not getting all riled up over the crazy. And last but not least is Twin--I call him that because we are the same height, almost same build (although he does have more muscle bulk, duh male), the same attitude toward work and women (yes we appreciate eye candy when we see it) and in the summer when the hair gets short, well we're twins :)
So today it's me, Kitchen Boss and Super Freak. Kitchen Boss is in a quiet mood which never bothers me. Most times when I'm in the zone I don't really hold conversations with anyone and my internal radio picks the beat to go by. Super Freak however was chatty cathy over there the whole day, well almost the whole day. We started getting busy and then someone ordered a quesadilla. This to me is the weirdest thing on our menu as far as new additions are concerned. I never understand why someone would come to the Happy Waffle and order this dish. To me it's like walking into a chinese food place and ordering spaghetti...but whatever. Super Freak HATES and I mean really HATES making this. I don't really understand why, it's not any harder to put together than any of the other sandwhichy things we have or any more complicated for that matter. The thing about it is, it doesn't matter if there are ten things going on at the same time it all stops just so he can make one quesadilla...what? you need 3 french toasts too? well too bad I gotta make this quesadilla...nevermind the fact that half the grill is empty and now things are behind. I don't get it but it's annoying and slows everything down. One quesadilla will also turn Super Freak into a cranky bitch. No more cracking jokes, no dancing, shoot he won't even talk to anyone and just mumbles things to himself for at least a good hour. Secretly it makes me laugh and on occasions where I just want to annoy him I will ask some of the servers to try and sell as many as they can..it's funny, what can I say?
Weirdest order today though goes to the raw bacon sandwiches. Yes I say raw because that's pretty much how it went. I get the ticket which says "see Server" so I go hey what's up? Well they want me to pull out the raw uncooked bacon and throw it on the grill for about 30 seconds, flip it, 30 more seconds and then put it on some toast. EEEWWW! Do you want worms?! Seriously! I don't even think the stuff was even warm! That folks is why we have the disclaimer at the bottom of the menus that say "Eating raw or uncooked food is not a good idea" (well it says something close to that anyway)
Be good to your bodies people---Later
Thursday, May 26, 2011
The new kid...
Well just like anything new you have to start somewhere, right? New school semester, new job, new date. This blogging is new to me. Also like most things, you wonder what to say and how you might come across. After staring at the screen wondering what to write I decided, just like everything else before, I don't care. This is me and some things I observe or go through, no filter. I don't expect much interest in other parties and will be content with no followers. That being said, if you happen to stumble upon this and enjoy, welcome.
So today is my day off, I work at a breakfast restaurant which I will loving call Breakfast Special. I've been there for 10 years, which used to mean I was lazy in looking for another job, but now it's a spark of loyalty and the fact that they work around my school schedule quite well. I'm studying the HVAC career path, which I know is rare in females but not unheard of. In fact I recently found a couple web postings all about women in this career!
My family consists of me (Tyger), my wife (Panther) and our girlfriend (Oscelot). Together we make quite an interesting lesbian triad. On the agenda today was finding picture frames and new work pants. Work pants for me means going to Goodwill..I mean, really, they are just for work and cheap, which is the point. Besides that it looks to be a lazy day of house chores and relaxing. More antics to come at a later date...
So today is my day off, I work at a breakfast restaurant which I will loving call Breakfast Special. I've been there for 10 years, which used to mean I was lazy in looking for another job, but now it's a spark of loyalty and the fact that they work around my school schedule quite well. I'm studying the HVAC career path, which I know is rare in females but not unheard of. In fact I recently found a couple web postings all about women in this career!
My family consists of me (Tyger), my wife (Panther) and our girlfriend (Oscelot). Together we make quite an interesting lesbian triad. On the agenda today was finding picture frames and new work pants. Work pants for me means going to Goodwill..I mean, really, they are just for work and cheap, which is the point. Besides that it looks to be a lazy day of house chores and relaxing. More antics to come at a later date...
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