it's all about me, deal with it
I feel kinda shitty for not having hard core sympathy for those affected by Katrina. Don't get me wrong, I agree with Keri that more preventative measures could have been taken to minimize the death toll. And I would love it if our troops were here to help. But in the wake of another national disaster, I find myself focused on what I'm doing. Is that wrong?
I worked 9p-5a at DP Dough for the first time last night. Believe it or not, the hours flew by. We were really busy. ( I'm sorry for kicking out the crew that came in to say hi, but you just have no idea how nuts it was in there!) I yelled at drunk people that wouldn't shut the hell up so I could hear on the phone. (NOT a principle of customer service, but damn, they were fucking loud.) I rolled dough balls, answered phones, folded boxes, made a few 'zones, packed some orders, took money, screwed up a couple of times, and then all of a sudden it was 4am. The kitchen crew scrubbed everything down, and the floor is left for the delivery guys. When I was cleaning the dough table (flour everywhere, table, walls, floor, shelves...), the owners asked me if I hated it. Hell no! It was a piece of cake. I came home and felt like I had finally done something worthwhile for a change. Busted my ass, no break, for 8 hours, and you now what, that feels damn good.
My feet are sore, my hands are chapped, and I have to wear a t-shirt, but I'm looking forward to going back in tonight.
I worked 9p-5a at DP Dough for the first time last night. Believe it or not, the hours flew by. We were really busy. ( I'm sorry for kicking out the crew that came in to say hi, but you just have no idea how nuts it was in there!) I yelled at drunk people that wouldn't shut the hell up so I could hear on the phone. (NOT a principle of customer service, but damn, they were fucking loud.) I rolled dough balls, answered phones, folded boxes, made a few 'zones, packed some orders, took money, screwed up a couple of times, and then all of a sudden it was 4am. The kitchen crew scrubbed everything down, and the floor is left for the delivery guys. When I was cleaning the dough table (flour everywhere, table, walls, floor, shelves...), the owners asked me if I hated it. Hell no! It was a piece of cake. I came home and felt like I had finally done something worthwhile for a change. Busted my ass, no break, for 8 hours, and you now what, that feels damn good.
My feet are sore, my hands are chapped, and I have to wear a t-shirt, but I'm looking forward to going back in tonight.