I hate people
Last night wasn't that bad for a Saturday night, hell even Friday night was kinda dead. However, like every weekend, we can't seem to go without the jackasses. There was one drunk as hell guy who apparently pissed one of my coworkers off after shouting and honking, which I could hear in the grill area. I wonder if they heard my retort. *grins* I was a complete bitch last night and plan to be the same tonight.
So, I'm getting everything ready for breakfast, moving at my gimp pace when we get a small rush, no biggie. Until the $50 order. No, I'm not shitting you, 50 bucks. And then the rush picked up and we had a $35 order about one order behind the 50. And what the fuck was with mcchicken last night? I swear, I sold three bags of it in that fucking rush, and every order after the rush wanted the shit too.
Guys, it's not that great, really. I mean, it's better now that it's all white meat (it used to have dark meat thrown in and it was pretty gross...to me at least). Ug. I swear, if we get the chicken wings/ribs again, I'll go apply at Meijer, hurt myself more, and be a whole lot happier. The ribs smelled bad and I hated how no matter how much you washed your uniform, you couldn't get that damn smell out. That and you could tell which tray was for them just by the discoloration. And the wings? 10 minutes to cook. So to those a few years back that would wait for the wings but wouldn't wait the extra 2 minutes for pies (they take 12 minutes. You guys are just learning a lot today), fuck you too asshats.
I feel a tad better now.
So, I'm going off to try to get something written. I've been poking a few things around with a rather large pointy stick and they're still not moving. So, I turned it on my muse and she budged a little, but with her, that's way better than nothing. Maybe I'll try chapter six of AOBII again, or even the rewrite of AOB.... Lets watch as my muse laughs at me.
My muse abuses me...so much...
Peace,
wanna write, but most likely won't get a word typed psycho
So, I'm getting everything ready for breakfast, moving at my gimp pace when we get a small rush, no biggie. Until the $50 order. No, I'm not shitting you, 50 bucks. And then the rush picked up and we had a $35 order about one order behind the 50. And what the fuck was with mcchicken last night? I swear, I sold three bags of it in that fucking rush, and every order after the rush wanted the shit too.
Guys, it's not that great, really. I mean, it's better now that it's all white meat (it used to have dark meat thrown in and it was pretty gross...to me at least). Ug. I swear, if we get the chicken wings/ribs again, I'll go apply at Meijer, hurt myself more, and be a whole lot happier. The ribs smelled bad and I hated how no matter how much you washed your uniform, you couldn't get that damn smell out. That and you could tell which tray was for them just by the discoloration. And the wings? 10 minutes to cook. So to those a few years back that would wait for the wings but wouldn't wait the extra 2 minutes for pies (they take 12 minutes. You guys are just learning a lot today), fuck you too asshats.
I feel a tad better now.
So, I'm going off to try to get something written. I've been poking a few things around with a rather large pointy stick and they're still not moving. So, I turned it on my muse and she budged a little, but with her, that's way better than nothing. Maybe I'll try chapter six of AOBII again, or even the rewrite of AOB.... Lets watch as my muse laughs at me.
My muse abuses me...so much...
Peace,
wanna write, but most likely won't get a word typed psycho