I've got another hour and a half before my next shift at Red Robin, and I haven't posted for a while!
I'm still sick. I feel a LOT better, but my voice is practically gone. Last night (while working a double shift), Effie (my favourite cold-side line cook) said, "You sound like a man!" He has this habit of saying "Yes, sir!" whenever I ask him for something, so I just cracked up and started wheezing. Seriously. I sound ridic. As in RIDICulous.
Mom came and visited me at work, yesterday, because "everyone's not at home!" That was cute. I made almost $100 in tips, and it was a good day.
Ummmmm.
OH! The kitchen (staff) is developing nicknames for me. They do this for the expediters (expos) that work often, and it makes me giggle.
Edwin: "Princess"
Jesus (yes, I say Gee-sus, not Hey-zeus): "Loco"
Erberto: "Lady"
Everyone else: "Ah-mee"
I like Edwin's nick name the best. xD "Princess, I made your red ticket!" "Princess, we don't have any fries!"
Um.
I miss
hp_speculation. She needs to get a computer.
The end.