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"Oooooo, he will pay....yes, that Levi will pay dearly.....rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr "
He paid. Oh yes, he paid dearly. But then I paid for making him pay. My shoes are squishy :(
Anyway, god work sucked today. Well, about two hours total were actually really fun, but the rest of it SUCKED. You know why? BECAUSE PEOPLE GO TO FUCKING CHURCH. DAMN THEM. And then, they all decide they want CAJUN CHICKEN. And THEN, they all SIT IN THEIR CAR IN THE PARKING LOT UNTIL THE PARKING LOT IS FULL OF OTHER CARS AND THEN, ONLY THEN DO THEY GO IN. WHY the hell does everyone get the same craving AT ONCE? WHYYYYY? But anyway, I found out who I'm going to kill for being the day shift prep that leaves me with NOTHING when they leave. Tony. While Tony is actually pretty hot and bears a strange resemblance to Ricky only like...five or ten years older, and has a pretty Chicago accent, I'm still going to kill him. Sweet guy, and did I mention pretty cute? But I'm still gonna have to kill him. I've never worked with him before, because he's a day shifter and therefore I have no major friendly bond with him, so I can kill him in good conscience. So, first, it was completely dead, and then within five minutes I ran completely out of biscuits and coleslaw. Sooooo I was responsible for making up trays of biscuits, dipping up two trays of quickly warming up coleslaw, and making six po'boys. AND THEN I ran out of cups for the coleslaw so I had to FIND those and then continues. Gahhh. Meanwhile, dishes are piling up in the back, much to the dismay of me, the Dish Monkey. I mean, I was completely backed up with dishes, like really really bad, so bad that ronnie *manager* told me HE was gonna do my job for me until I was caught up with the dishes...and then he decides I need help cause hello it's like dishes 4 feet tall covering a five foot shelf AND they're covering the floor and I have to wash them ALL in a five step process. So who does he send? LEVI. You'd think after last night, Ronnie would realize no good could come of this. Well, entertainment maybe. So we wound up fighting with the spray hoses, the bubbles, the latex gloves *don't ask*, old french fries, And not only did he get suds in my mouth, he locked me in the walk-in freezer! HOW MEAN. Well actually he just held the door on the other side every time I walked in there but DAMMIT he's like 6"4! But we declared a truce at the end of the night and declared ourselves friends.
14 hours until I have to go back....*think of the money...the money...*
He paid. Oh yes, he paid dearly. But then I paid for making him pay. My shoes are squishy :(
Anyway, god work sucked today. Well, about two hours total were actually really fun, but the rest of it SUCKED. You know why? BECAUSE PEOPLE GO TO FUCKING CHURCH. DAMN THEM. And then, they all decide they want CAJUN CHICKEN. And THEN, they all SIT IN THEIR CAR IN THE PARKING LOT UNTIL THE PARKING LOT IS FULL OF OTHER CARS AND THEN, ONLY THEN DO THEY GO IN. WHY the hell does everyone get the same craving AT ONCE? WHYYYYY? But anyway, I found out who I'm going to kill for being the day shift prep that leaves me with NOTHING when they leave. Tony. While Tony is actually pretty hot and bears a strange resemblance to Ricky only like...five or ten years older, and has a pretty Chicago accent, I'm still going to kill him. Sweet guy, and did I mention pretty cute? But I'm still gonna have to kill him. I've never worked with him before, because he's a day shifter and therefore I have no major friendly bond with him, so I can kill him in good conscience. So, first, it was completely dead, and then within five minutes I ran completely out of biscuits and coleslaw. Sooooo I was responsible for making up trays of biscuits, dipping up two trays of quickly warming up coleslaw, and making six po'boys. AND THEN I ran out of cups for the coleslaw so I had to FIND those and then continues. Gahhh. Meanwhile, dishes are piling up in the back, much to the dismay of me, the Dish Monkey. I mean, I was completely backed up with dishes, like really really bad, so bad that ronnie *manager* told me HE was gonna do my job for me until I was caught up with the dishes...and then he decides I need help cause hello it's like dishes 4 feet tall covering a five foot shelf AND they're covering the floor and I have to wash them ALL in a five step process. So who does he send? LEVI. You'd think after last night, Ronnie would realize no good could come of this. Well, entertainment maybe. So we wound up fighting with the spray hoses, the bubbles, the latex gloves *don't ask*, old french fries, And not only did he get suds in my mouth, he locked me in the walk-in freezer! HOW MEAN. Well actually he just held the door on the other side every time I walked in there but DAMMIT he's like 6"4! But we declared a truce at the end of the night and declared ourselves friends.
14 hours until I have to go back....*think of the money...the money...*