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
Monday, May 30, 2011
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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