this icon has nothing to do with my mood but TRAGIC BLEACH ;___;
Yeah. 353 changed my opinion (slightly) of my Bleach ships. (I feel far more convinced, after this whole sequence, that Ishida is moon-eyed in love with Orihime when he's not busy being the cutest couple ever with Renji. and Ulquiorra - had - well, something or others going on and I need time to parse that.)
Instead, today, I bring you shenanigans in food service and things I learned from my boss this weekend.
Shenanigans in Food Service:
This weekend has been one for odd customers. We had a table who plotted to steal bread from the restaurant (no lie; they were stockpiling it under napkins and kept asking for more and looking shiftily around. We knew what they were up to! They were not hiding it! Ha!), a heavy influx of allergies that are "deadly serious extremely big deal" allergies -- okay, seriously, if you're deadly allergic to onions and garlic, why do you want to go eat GREEK FOOD?! Does this not seem like a poor plan? ... Or if you have a wheat gluten allergy and cannot eat rice, are you not aware that Persian food is based heavily on rice and that my boss is deeply and profoundly confused by the idea that you might not want some?
Oddly, we've had no questions about Passover Kosher; I think all the Jews who are doing it are smart enough not to come to Bread and Rice Land.
Friday was the worst shift I've practically ever worked at the Mediterranean Grill; it was both Good Friday, and the Friday of Passover, so nobody was even remotely interested in eating kebabs. Even the Persians were oddly absent. (I have not yet satisfactorily learned what religion most Iranian ex-pats are, if there is such a unifying fact; I've yet to meet any devout Muslims as customers except for the one really nice lady who explained Islamic Kosher Laws to me and confused me greatly - but I think she was from somewhere in the India/Pakistan area, judging by her and her companion's accents).
and...
Things I Learned From My Boss This Weekend
Who killed Jesus, for one thing. And it's not who you think it is, either. Here's the conversation for your enjoyment. We're discussing the fact that it's Good Friday, so customers might not come in, and...
Me: Well, it's the day Jesus died, so it doesn't really scream "Let's go eat kebabs!"
Boss: Jesus died?
Me: .... Yes?
Boss: No way, no he didn't.
Me: Uh, yes, he did - that's kind of the whole point of it.
(Other employees nod emphatically.)
Boss: Well, who killed him then?
Other Employee: Romans? Pontius Pilate? Or something.
Boss: ...what? A bunch of pilots killed Jesus?
Employees as a whole : ..... O_O
(and later)
Employee 1: The mailman has off for Good Friday, and the weekend, so he won't be back until Tuesday.
Employee 2: Man, even Jesus comes back before then!
(hunterandhunted later observed: "That's when you know you're getting good service! He's dead and still shows up for work on monday.")
It was a good day for holiday jokes; in summation, if you celebrate it, Happy Easter! If you celebrate it instead, Happy Passover! Or Happy Really Cold And Windy Day for the rest of us.
Instead, today, I bring you shenanigans in food service and things I learned from my boss this weekend.
Shenanigans in Food Service:
This weekend has been one for odd customers. We had a table who plotted to steal bread from the restaurant (no lie; they were stockpiling it under napkins and kept asking for more and looking shiftily around. We knew what they were up to! They were not hiding it! Ha!), a heavy influx of allergies that are "deadly serious extremely big deal" allergies -- okay, seriously, if you're deadly allergic to onions and garlic, why do you want to go eat GREEK FOOD?! Does this not seem like a poor plan? ... Or if you have a wheat gluten allergy and cannot eat rice, are you not aware that Persian food is based heavily on rice and that my boss is deeply and profoundly confused by the idea that you might not want some?
Oddly, we've had no questions about Passover Kosher; I think all the Jews who are doing it are smart enough not to come to Bread and Rice Land.
Friday was the worst shift I've practically ever worked at the Mediterranean Grill; it was both Good Friday, and the Friday of Passover, so nobody was even remotely interested in eating kebabs. Even the Persians were oddly absent. (I have not yet satisfactorily learned what religion most Iranian ex-pats are, if there is such a unifying fact; I've yet to meet any devout Muslims as customers except for the one really nice lady who explained Islamic Kosher Laws to me and confused me greatly - but I think she was from somewhere in the India/Pakistan area, judging by her and her companion's accents).
and...
Things I Learned From My Boss This Weekend
Who killed Jesus, for one thing. And it's not who you think it is, either. Here's the conversation for your enjoyment. We're discussing the fact that it's Good Friday, so customers might not come in, and...
Me: Well, it's the day Jesus died, so it doesn't really scream "Let's go eat kebabs!"
Boss: Jesus died?
Me: .... Yes?
Boss: No way, no he didn't.
Me: Uh, yes, he did - that's kind of the whole point of it.
(Other employees nod emphatically.)
Boss: Well, who killed him then?
Other Employee: Romans? Pontius Pilate? Or something.
Boss: ...what? A bunch of pilots killed Jesus?
Employees as a whole : ..... O_O
(and later)
Employee 1: The mailman has off for Good Friday, and the weekend, so he won't be back until Tuesday.
Employee 2: Man, even Jesus comes back before then!
(hunterandhunted later observed: "That's when you know you're getting good service! He's dead and still shows up for work on monday.")
It was a good day for holiday jokes; in summation, if you celebrate it, Happy Easter! If you celebrate it instead, Happy Passover! Or Happy Really Cold And Windy Day for the rest of us.