hella-hella nervous
this job makes me nervous. i spent sunday shadowing a again. after we finished cleaning, m marched into the rooms for a FINAL INSPECTION. here's what she found wrong: in one room, the water bottle labels weren't facing forward, there was dust on the kleenex box, a drop of water in the sink, and a speck of toothpaste on the wall. talk about PSYCHO. i hadn't even cleaned that bathroom, but i wasn't going to implicate arielle, so i just nodded and took megan's directions very seriously. she lectured me on the importance of a guest NEVER sensing that there was a previous guest. then, while i gave a a ride home, she illuminated me on the drama at the black walnut inn. apparently, m has multiple personalities. a said that she went to m and said, "i need to talk to you," and m said, "do you want to talk to me or m?"
they also told her not to corrupt the new employee (me). when i asked her what they meant, she said they didn't want me to know what was really going on. anyway, i'm scared. i'm on my own tomorrow, and who knows what i'll fuck up or forget without a around to remind me. i might place the salad fork half a centimeter too high on the table! or, god forbid, miss a speck of lint on the headboard. i don't know if i can handle this pressure....which is why i'm secretly looking for other jobs. if something doesn't change, my nerves are going to be totally shot and i'm going to turn into some paranoid, jumpy, on-edge freak. that's so not me.
now for the latest in my kitchen:
i made buffalo chicken sandwiches for lunch today! chicken breasts battered and deep fried, then dipped in a yummy buttery texas pete buffalo sauce, served on Ginger's spelt hamburger buns with homemade blue cheese sauce, cherry tomatoes from Allison's garden, buttermilk coleslaw, and fried Wickles. YUMMMMM.
i'm going to make roasted cherry tomato-basil soup tonight. and try out the pomegranate wine i bought from this new Russian grocery. when i asked the lady at the store if i should drink the wine room temp or cold, she replied, "evrrry bevrrrage is bettrrrr cold." nuff said.
they also told her not to corrupt the new employee (me). when i asked her what they meant, she said they didn't want me to know what was really going on. anyway, i'm scared. i'm on my own tomorrow, and who knows what i'll fuck up or forget without a around to remind me. i might place the salad fork half a centimeter too high on the table! or, god forbid, miss a speck of lint on the headboard. i don't know if i can handle this pressure....which is why i'm secretly looking for other jobs. if something doesn't change, my nerves are going to be totally shot and i'm going to turn into some paranoid, jumpy, on-edge freak. that's so not me.
now for the latest in my kitchen:
i made buffalo chicken sandwiches for lunch today! chicken breasts battered and deep fried, then dipped in a yummy buttery texas pete buffalo sauce, served on Ginger's spelt hamburger buns with homemade blue cheese sauce, cherry tomatoes from Allison's garden, buttermilk coleslaw, and fried Wickles. YUMMMMM.
i'm going to make roasted cherry tomato-basil soup tonight. and try out the pomegranate wine i bought from this new Russian grocery. when i asked the lady at the store if i should drink the wine room temp or cold, she replied, "evrrry bevrrrage is bettrrrr cold." nuff said.