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Bleck. I just spent all day in a ServSafe class learning all the intricate details of food service safety. I think the majority of it was just common sense...like, how to wash your hands. And that you should DEFINATELY wash your hands after you pick your nose, and stuff like that. I probably should have asked the instructor if you have to wash your mouth too if you eat the booger (not that I would evvvvva do that, but i guess some people like their nutritional value)...because technically if you ate the booger and didn't wash your mouth, and then made a sandwich...and while you were making the sandwich, you were talking and so a little spit flew out of your mouth which was just contaminated with the booger...then you would have booger-spit on the sandwich. Clearly, they need to make that class much more comprehensive for situations such as the abovementioned one. Maybe if I would have taken the 2 day class, instead of trying to cram everything into 8 hours, we would have gotten to that. Now, I'll never know. And I'm rambling...about boogers of all things.
So for lunch today (which was informally catered), I let everyone else go ahead of me in the line (because I'm a nice guy like that). But, by the time I got up to the table, there was one measly box lunch left, and guess what it was? A ham sandwich. We had the choice of ham, turkey, chicken salad, or roast beef. Since I was the last one, I got no choice...the ham was the only thing left. Now...this same thing happened to me yesterday. At our company Christmas party, the entree choices were pork chops with apple stuffing, or ham. So, I didn't eat either. I DON'T DO PORK. So, when I saw that lonely ham sandwich box lunch sitting there, waiting for me, I flipped out. I started getting a little testy, and cursing under my breath about the fact that all these pork products just kept getting shoved in my face. I didn't realize that my boss, not my regular boss...my BIG boss, was right behind me listening to me gripe about the whole situation. He asked me what was wrong and I told him, and he graciously traded me his turkey sandwich for the ham one. What a sweetie, huh? Or maybe he was just trying to prevent me from disembowling the sandwich and throwing the ham on the wall or something. Who knows what the motivation was, but I got to eat lunch today, so that made me happy. *smiles*
So, at the meeting the guy I sat beside was what I refer to as a "loud breather". Do you know these people? Every breath they take sounds like maybe they are going to start snoring or something. Sidenote: I just tried to mimic it, and I can't. There's no way I can breathe that loud. But for someone who lets every little thing crawl under his skin, sitting next to THAT for 8 hours today was more than a little disturbing. Plus...he had (Adrien, you'll enjoy this for my little comment the other day), one of those hacking cough situations where he would snort around a little at first, and then he would just get louder and louder so that you couldn't hear a word the instructor was saying. I'm sure there were spit projectile thingy's flying out of his mouth too. There's no way there couldn't have been. I mean, this was coughing/hacking like you've never heard before. And there was no covering of his mouth or anything. I'm probably teeming with germs now. I should go wash this off before I get botulism or mad cow disease. **I KNOW, I KNOW....you can't get either one of those diseases by someone's projectile spit and/or phlem...I did learn something today after all** But I probably did get some kind of cooties from him, and I'm not at all happy about it.
So I found out today that my shift-manager's insane, stalker ex-boyfriend, his NEW girlfriend, and one of their friends had nothing better to do last night (LOOO-HOOO-SERS) than to come up to my store last night after close and beat the shit out of my manager as she was leaving. I guess they also robbed her...took her money, her jewelry, and a bunch of other crap...and then just left her in the parking lot. Fuckheads. He's been up to the store before, so I can totally ID him, and I've got a word for him now. If I ever see that spineless dickhead in my store or even on the property, I will personally escort him outside and have a man-to-man conversation with him. And if that doesn't work, I'll kick him in the nuts...and run. Fast. Maybe I should kick him in the balls while he's IN my store, then he'll know how it feels to get beat down in front of a group of people. Asswipe. I haven't been this mad in a while. At least my manager was smart enough to file a police report, so that jerk has a warrant out for his arrest now. They should fucking castrate him. He has no right to be out there with a free fucking pass to reproduce anyway. Scum.
Well, I'm mad now, so I'm not gonna write anymore today. I'm too pissed to think.
So for lunch today (which was informally catered), I let everyone else go ahead of me in the line (because I'm a nice guy like that). But, by the time I got up to the table, there was one measly box lunch left, and guess what it was? A ham sandwich. We had the choice of ham, turkey, chicken salad, or roast beef. Since I was the last one, I got no choice...the ham was the only thing left. Now...this same thing happened to me yesterday. At our company Christmas party, the entree choices were pork chops with apple stuffing, or ham. So, I didn't eat either. I DON'T DO PORK. So, when I saw that lonely ham sandwich box lunch sitting there, waiting for me, I flipped out. I started getting a little testy, and cursing under my breath about the fact that all these pork products just kept getting shoved in my face. I didn't realize that my boss, not my regular boss...my BIG boss, was right behind me listening to me gripe about the whole situation. He asked me what was wrong and I told him, and he graciously traded me his turkey sandwich for the ham one. What a sweetie, huh? Or maybe he was just trying to prevent me from disembowling the sandwich and throwing the ham on the wall or something. Who knows what the motivation was, but I got to eat lunch today, so that made me happy. *smiles*
So, at the meeting the guy I sat beside was what I refer to as a "loud breather". Do you know these people? Every breath they take sounds like maybe they are going to start snoring or something. Sidenote: I just tried to mimic it, and I can't. There's no way I can breathe that loud. But for someone who lets every little thing crawl under his skin, sitting next to THAT for 8 hours today was more than a little disturbing. Plus...he had (Adrien, you'll enjoy this for my little comment the other day), one of those hacking cough situations where he would snort around a little at first, and then he would just get louder and louder so that you couldn't hear a word the instructor was saying. I'm sure there were spit projectile thingy's flying out of his mouth too. There's no way there couldn't have been. I mean, this was coughing/hacking like you've never heard before. And there was no covering of his mouth or anything. I'm probably teeming with germs now. I should go wash this off before I get botulism or mad cow disease. **I KNOW, I KNOW....you can't get either one of those diseases by someone's projectile spit and/or phlem...I did learn something today after all** But I probably did get some kind of cooties from him, and I'm not at all happy about it.
So I found out today that my shift-manager's insane, stalker ex-boyfriend, his NEW girlfriend, and one of their friends had nothing better to do last night (LOOO-HOOO-SERS) than to come up to my store last night after close and beat the shit out of my manager as she was leaving. I guess they also robbed her...took her money, her jewelry, and a bunch of other crap...and then just left her in the parking lot. Fuckheads. He's been up to the store before, so I can totally ID him, and I've got a word for him now. If I ever see that spineless dickhead in my store or even on the property, I will personally escort him outside and have a man-to-man conversation with him. And if that doesn't work, I'll kick him in the nuts...and run. Fast. Maybe I should kick him in the balls while he's IN my store, then he'll know how it feels to get beat down in front of a group of people. Asswipe. I haven't been this mad in a while. At least my manager was smart enough to file a police report, so that jerk has a warrant out for his arrest now. They should fucking castrate him. He has no right to be out there with a free fucking pass to reproduce anyway. Scum.
Well, I'm mad now, so I'm not gonna write anymore today. I'm too pissed to think.