Pfft
This is a day that was long. Work felt like it was forever, mainly because one of my colleagues last night, rather than call the phone numbers provided for customers who hadn't picked up their full-serve area merch opted to instead mark everything as Not Handed Out and set everything to get sent back to stock. This included a kitchen that was set on three flat carts and two pallets, approximately three hundred pieces, as well as a merged order that sat on four flat carts. The only things that could have just gone back to stock were the single piece and the wardrobe boxes that didn't have contact information, but.
So I spent a good chunk of the day dodging around all these carts before saying "fuck it" at noon and moving the six flat carts that were not kitchen stuff back to sit by the bins at least until someone who had more authority than I do arrived. Which was at 5, with me leaving at 5:30. And he was not happy, given that he'd told the aforementioned colleague to not do shit like that in case it was a situation wherein the customers had to come back later; with the kitchen, that was exactly what happened, and he said he hadn't received any calls yesterday asking so. When I left, my coworker was calling the other customer who'd left contact info to see if it was the same situation.
Then I got to brave the "wonders" of the Atlantic Station Shuttle... or not, since the fucker blew right by me when I was no more than a couple hundred feet from the stop. So I just walked to the train station instead. It took me fifteen minutes, but I did it for two reasons: one, it's good exercise and two, it was too fucking cold to sit outside and wait, not moving, for fifteen minutes to wait for the next shuttle to come by. I made it obviously, paid for the train and bus trips, and headed down just in time to get the train to Lindbergh. Got to Lindbergh, got on the Number 5, and made it to the restaurant by 7.
Once there, I helped get the catering stuff situated for tomorrow morning - I'll finish the remaining bits up tomorrow, there's no way in hell I'm making 80 Parmesan cups only to have them be gone in the morning because the to-go kid took them for his use - and then just kinda chilled until Yami was released shortly before 9. We got home in good time, and now Yami is finishing up our gumbo for dinner.
And the only writing I got done today was this post. I'm gonna just roll with this as my words for today, eat dinner, and probably crash in a bit. Later.
Crossposted from DreamWidth. Click here to see other replies to this post.
So I spent a good chunk of the day dodging around all these carts before saying "fuck it" at noon and moving the six flat carts that were not kitchen stuff back to sit by the bins at least until someone who had more authority than I do arrived. Which was at 5, with me leaving at 5:30. And he was not happy, given that he'd told the aforementioned colleague to not do shit like that in case it was a situation wherein the customers had to come back later; with the kitchen, that was exactly what happened, and he said he hadn't received any calls yesterday asking so. When I left, my coworker was calling the other customer who'd left contact info to see if it was the same situation.
Then I got to brave the "wonders" of the Atlantic Station Shuttle... or not, since the fucker blew right by me when I was no more than a couple hundred feet from the stop. So I just walked to the train station instead. It took me fifteen minutes, but I did it for two reasons: one, it's good exercise and two, it was too fucking cold to sit outside and wait, not moving, for fifteen minutes to wait for the next shuttle to come by. I made it obviously, paid for the train and bus trips, and headed down just in time to get the train to Lindbergh. Got to Lindbergh, got on the Number 5, and made it to the restaurant by 7.
Once there, I helped get the catering stuff situated for tomorrow morning - I'll finish the remaining bits up tomorrow, there's no way in hell I'm making 80 Parmesan cups only to have them be gone in the morning because the to-go kid took them for his use - and then just kinda chilled until Yami was released shortly before 9. We got home in good time, and now Yami is finishing up our gumbo for dinner.
And the only writing I got done today was this post. I'm gonna just roll with this as my words for today, eat dinner, and probably crash in a bit. Later.
Crossposted from DreamWidth. Click here to see other replies to this post.