Loooooooooooooong Day!!!
It was just one of those days at work today! I was scheduled to be at work at 7AM, so that's when I show up. My boss was like, "I made a mistake. I didn't need you 'till 9:30." "Oh", I said. There was no cooking that I could do, so I just did a little clean-up, then my boss and I just kinda chatted for a while. That wasn't so bad.
The reason I couldn't do any cooking was that we had no hot water. The boiler has been kinda broken for 3 weeks now. It'll work, then not work, then work... There have been boiler guys coming out to the camp for weeks but nobody can seem to fix it. It's kinda illegal to cook in a kitchen w/ no hot running water and my boss was really stuck in the middle of a peanut butter and honey sandwich about what to do. The camp director, who from now on will be referred to as "The Bad Puppy" (I'll explain), says we can absolutely NOT shut down. It'd cost too much money to send all the kids home, she says. But apparently not being able to wash your hands before you make food for 400 is ok. If the health inspector showed up while this was going on, my boss, the Food Service Manager would be the one responsible for illegal operations. She does not need that on her resume. She decided that she's been stepping in and around the Bad Puppy's shit for way too long, so she made an anonymous call to the Health Department asking what the laws are regarding hot running water. They told her that a food service operation w/o it must shut down immediately. So, being the supportive staff we are, Joel and I stopped what we were doing and tried to find other things to do. I don't wanna get my boss in trouble.
So, I went into the walk-in to work on putting away the order that had just came in. Thinking I'm soooooo coordinated (that's a laugh!), I pick up 2 12 pound cases of lettuce and attempt to lift them up onto the top shelf. TIMBER!!! The top box slides off the other and hits me on the head, bending the arm of my glasses while knocking them off my head onto the floor. I was fine so I picked up the dropped box and put it up on the shelf. Then, I hear a crunch and think to myself, "Ooooooh, nooooo". Just like Ralphie from "A Christmas Story" when he crunches his glasses between his galoshes and the snow. Luckily the lenses weren't busted, but the arm was bent even more. I tried my best to fix them, but could only do so much. Now my day off tomorrow will be spent going to Tacoma so I can get them fixed. Way to go Emma!!! Winner of the careless clutz-o award!!! Yaaaayyyyyy!
The water started working a short while before lunch, so I whipped up a hot lunch for the 35 staff that wasn't meeting the campers at the "boata". Couscous and tofu stir-fry, and if I might say, it was quite yummy!!! After that, we had a little more time to kill, so Marya, Joel, and I went to see the kids get off the boata. It's a big deal for the kids, getting to ride the Boata to camp! There wasn't much for us to see. Just mainly a chance for more gossip. Marya had the lowdown on counselor-islander hook-ups!!! Juicy!!!!! Then, we went back to the kitchen and ate lunch.
After our delicious Emma-cooked meal, I got to work on baking 6 Cherry Chip cakes (By the way, there is not one iota of real cherry flavoring in those things.) I whipped them out pretty quickly. I was pleased w/ my speed on that job. Tragedy struck, however, as I was wheeling them into the walk-in to cool. The wheel of the rack they were on got caught on a floor mat, and BOOM!!! Four cakes had been flung from the rack -- I jumped out of the way just in time not to have 4 hot sheetpans of cake hurled into me. I was sad. But, Marya made me some carrot-ginger-apple juice, and I felt much better :-) At least they weren't frosted already! It didn't take that long to make the four replacements, so that was good.
The next thing to happen was what prompted the name "the Bad Puppy". Joel was struggling to cut some rice krispy treats that were a bit too warm still. After the first pan, he put the others in the freezer, but they froze and got too hard to cut -- so don't do that. Anyways, as he was working on the first pan, the Camp Director came into the kitchen. She saw the treats, and was like, "Ooooh! I'll have to taste-test those for ya!" Then, w/ an un-gloved nasty-ass hand, he grabbed a spatula, reached in front of Joel, and cut herself a ginourmous piece!!! Then, she waddled out of the kitchen. Last summer Darcy drew a fairly accurate charactature of her that bore a striking resemblance to Jaba the Hut. Maybe now you have an idea of what she looks like. I praised Joel for his strength not to have rolled right over her stubby hand w/ the pizza cutter he was holding, 'cause that's sure what I wanted to do!!! We immediately shared w/ Marya what had just happened, and she went off on "That which we shall not speak of", the Bad Puppy's old name, taken from the movie "The Village". I've never seen it, but they explained to me what "that" was, and the name made an 4 summers full of sense! Sorry -- Marya's reaction now: "My God!!! That woman has no manners!!! She has absolutely no manners!!! She's totally rude!!! She does stuff like that all the time! She's like a bad puppy that comes in and pees all over because it's not housebroken and is too stupid to learn!!!" Marya, I couldn't have said it any better!!! That is the best simile I've every heard in my life!!! So, "The Bad Puppy" is her new name.
After that, the day didn't have so many little set-backs. It actually went by pretty quickly considering all the drama. I was there for 12 hours, but I still won't get 40 this week, so I don't mind. I can use my long work hours as an excuse for why I don't do much to help out at home. It's legit. That's what my mom's always done, and her days are never that long.
Well, time to hit the sack! I'm gonna get up at 6:30 tomorrow so I can be out and running by 7. I have the day off so no time limit on my run. Yesterday I did 6.5 miles in just over an hour!!! Yep, not a type-o; 6.5 miles!!! I hope to do that again tomorrow, but maybe a bit faster. Maybe I'll feel like doing 7! We'll see. But I won't be able to get my lazy ass out of bed if I don't get there soon!!!
Tootles for now!!!
The reason I couldn't do any cooking was that we had no hot water. The boiler has been kinda broken for 3 weeks now. It'll work, then not work, then work... There have been boiler guys coming out to the camp for weeks but nobody can seem to fix it. It's kinda illegal to cook in a kitchen w/ no hot running water and my boss was really stuck in the middle of a peanut butter and honey sandwich about what to do. The camp director, who from now on will be referred to as "The Bad Puppy" (I'll explain), says we can absolutely NOT shut down. It'd cost too much money to send all the kids home, she says. But apparently not being able to wash your hands before you make food for 400 is ok. If the health inspector showed up while this was going on, my boss, the Food Service Manager would be the one responsible for illegal operations. She does not need that on her resume. She decided that she's been stepping in and around the Bad Puppy's shit for way too long, so she made an anonymous call to the Health Department asking what the laws are regarding hot running water. They told her that a food service operation w/o it must shut down immediately. So, being the supportive staff we are, Joel and I stopped what we were doing and tried to find other things to do. I don't wanna get my boss in trouble.
So, I went into the walk-in to work on putting away the order that had just came in. Thinking I'm soooooo coordinated (that's a laugh!), I pick up 2 12 pound cases of lettuce and attempt to lift them up onto the top shelf. TIMBER!!! The top box slides off the other and hits me on the head, bending the arm of my glasses while knocking them off my head onto the floor. I was fine so I picked up the dropped box and put it up on the shelf. Then, I hear a crunch and think to myself, "Ooooooh, nooooo". Just like Ralphie from "A Christmas Story" when he crunches his glasses between his galoshes and the snow. Luckily the lenses weren't busted, but the arm was bent even more. I tried my best to fix them, but could only do so much. Now my day off tomorrow will be spent going to Tacoma so I can get them fixed. Way to go Emma!!! Winner of the careless clutz-o award!!! Yaaaayyyyyy!
The water started working a short while before lunch, so I whipped up a hot lunch for the 35 staff that wasn't meeting the campers at the "boata". Couscous and tofu stir-fry, and if I might say, it was quite yummy!!! After that, we had a little more time to kill, so Marya, Joel, and I went to see the kids get off the boata. It's a big deal for the kids, getting to ride the Boata to camp! There wasn't much for us to see. Just mainly a chance for more gossip. Marya had the lowdown on counselor-islander hook-ups!!! Juicy!!!!! Then, we went back to the kitchen and ate lunch.
After our delicious Emma-cooked meal, I got to work on baking 6 Cherry Chip cakes (By the way, there is not one iota of real cherry flavoring in those things.) I whipped them out pretty quickly. I was pleased w/ my speed on that job. Tragedy struck, however, as I was wheeling them into the walk-in to cool. The wheel of the rack they were on got caught on a floor mat, and BOOM!!! Four cakes had been flung from the rack -- I jumped out of the way just in time not to have 4 hot sheetpans of cake hurled into me. I was sad. But, Marya made me some carrot-ginger-apple juice, and I felt much better :-) At least they weren't frosted already! It didn't take that long to make the four replacements, so that was good.
The next thing to happen was what prompted the name "the Bad Puppy". Joel was struggling to cut some rice krispy treats that were a bit too warm still. After the first pan, he put the others in the freezer, but they froze and got too hard to cut -- so don't do that. Anyways, as he was working on the first pan, the Camp Director came into the kitchen. She saw the treats, and was like, "Ooooh! I'll have to taste-test those for ya!" Then, w/ an un-gloved nasty-ass hand, he grabbed a spatula, reached in front of Joel, and cut herself a ginourmous piece!!! Then, she waddled out of the kitchen. Last summer Darcy drew a fairly accurate charactature of her that bore a striking resemblance to Jaba the Hut. Maybe now you have an idea of what she looks like. I praised Joel for his strength not to have rolled right over her stubby hand w/ the pizza cutter he was holding, 'cause that's sure what I wanted to do!!! We immediately shared w/ Marya what had just happened, and she went off on "That which we shall not speak of", the Bad Puppy's old name, taken from the movie "The Village". I've never seen it, but they explained to me what "that" was, and the name made an 4 summers full of sense! Sorry -- Marya's reaction now: "My God!!! That woman has no manners!!! She has absolutely no manners!!! She's totally rude!!! She does stuff like that all the time! She's like a bad puppy that comes in and pees all over because it's not housebroken and is too stupid to learn!!!" Marya, I couldn't have said it any better!!! That is the best simile I've every heard in my life!!! So, "The Bad Puppy" is her new name.
After that, the day didn't have so many little set-backs. It actually went by pretty quickly considering all the drama. I was there for 12 hours, but I still won't get 40 this week, so I don't mind. I can use my long work hours as an excuse for why I don't do much to help out at home. It's legit. That's what my mom's always done, and her days are never that long.
Well, time to hit the sack! I'm gonna get up at 6:30 tomorrow so I can be out and running by 7. I have the day off so no time limit on my run. Yesterday I did 6.5 miles in just over an hour!!! Yep, not a type-o; 6.5 miles!!! I hope to do that again tomorrow, but maybe a bit faster. Maybe I'll feel like doing 7! We'll see. But I won't be able to get my lazy ass out of bed if I don't get there soon!!!
Tootles for now!!!