You work hard for your money
O my goodness, Christiana has a job. It's crazy, I know. She has a boss, she has a salary, she has to commute. Strange things are afoot. Working at SandwHich is hard. Hich is a perfectionist (to an extent), and thinks that everything can always been done quicker. There is a system for everything- how to dry trays, how to stack glasses, how to give people their food. And yet, in surprising places I find the use of generalities and estimation. Like the fact that there is no specific amount of salt or butter to add when making chips (or salt, oil, and vinegar to add to the cucumbers for sides). And even those Hich is very particular that I measure the *exact* amount of all the ingredients for the cookies and brownies (baking is now one of my jobs :) ! ), he insists that I add things to the mixing bowl in a different order than what it says in the recipe- a recipe that he helped develop. Working the cash register is hard simply because I don't know all the ingredients in all of the sandwiches, and I don't know which items it costs extra to add onto a sandwich, etc. There are just so many details. But if we run out of bacon, I have to be able to known that if someone orders a tuna salad sandwich, I have to ask them if it's ok that it's going to come w/out bacon. I love bringing people their orders, and I don't mind doing all the organizational stuff in the kitchen. I just hope that I'll start feeling a lot more comfortable, really soon, because Hich is going to want me to be able to open and close the shop without needed on e of the other employees (other than the cooks) there to help. Because for the last 2 weeks I've been the third of said employees in the kitchen when there are usually only two. I'd rather not get fired, and Hich is reputed to fire people somewhat frequently. But I guess I can get another job if he does fire me, and maybe I'll be a little more confident there because of this.