You have to do this now.
First, an announcement: I went to Harps after work with a strange craving for pudding (oh shut up) and how much did I buy? 2.40 worth of puddin. I laughed when the lady rang me up and told me the price, and she probably doesn't know why. So sad that a random little coinkidink can make me happy, but today? I had nowhere to go but up.
HOLY SHIT. Work SUCKED today. More than any job has ever sucked BEFORE. Work SUCKED, threw up the suckage and then SUCKED it back up again. I got to work kinda happy-like thinkin "okay, this won't be so bad." And then I walked in and everybody was all gloomy, so I'm thinking..ooooh shit. And then Heather comes up to me and gives me some rigamorol and how she KNOWS I have coleslaw, red rice, and cajun rice, but there's no jambolaiya because there's no chicken for it, and she's not sure about the biscuit cooler because, oh the poor darling, she burned her finger on it and has therefore been avoiding it all day. So I'm like...whatever, because she usually works up front and therefore it doesn't matter what she did. And then I walk up to the holding cabinet to kind of get a reading on what I have, and OH LOOK! I HAVE NOTHING. Literally, nothing. There were no mashed potatos, no red rice, no cajun rice, no gravy, no red beans, no mac and cheese. OH! but there WERE two ears of corn which mind you were promptly taken away. So I say far too loudy "whoooa, shit." And then Jeri, who came in at the same time as me, looks in, stammers in shocked sympathy and agreement, and points in the direction of her fry table and her batter table. DISASTERS. So I figure, shit they must've been SWAMPED. I run in a total panic to my CHUBS container, and OH LOOK! No mac and cheese! At all! One thing of red beans that I needed RIGHT THEN. One gravy! Oh, but they DID have a thing of jambolayia mix that I COULDN'T USE ANYWAY DAMMIT. At this point I'm fucking flipping out. I go to the walk-in to get some mac and cheese to shove in the CHUBS, and THERE ISN'T ANY. Whoever the fucking prep cook was before ME decided that THEY didn't want to get ANY MAC AND CHEESE. OR MORE THAN ONE BOX OF BISCUITS. I ALSO looked over and saw three inserts each of red and cajun rice. THREE. That will last me, oh, AN HOUR. NONE of the other shit is dipped up and I can't dip it up because I HAVE NO INSERTS TO DIP IT INTO BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T DO DISHES EITHER. I go to the biscuit cooler. I HAVE ONE TRAY OF BISCUITS, which I had to put in the oven THE SECOND I GOT THERE. I would make trays sure, but I only had two packages of biscuits, which makes four trays, because the FUCKING PREP didn't rotate the biscuits out!
So, in a period of five minutes ago, I had to make two inserts each of red rice, cajun rice, mashed potatos, gravy, red beans, mac and cheese, I had to fill the chubs container, replace the mac and cheese that was SUPPOSED to be in the walk-in, make ten or twelve biscuit trays, get two HUGE , heavy and awkward boxes of biscuits out of the freezer in order to do said trays, chop lettuce for the po-boys, dip up the red rice and cajun rice, and make corn, ALL ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ELSE I DO IN THE FIRST PLACE. And the best part was, I had to wash each thing I need for doing the previously listed chores in between because THEY DIDN'T DO DISHES. And, and AND, Amanda apologizes to me for it and says she had no idea because HEATHER was the fucking prep. HEATHER, the girl who SAID TO ME that she hadn't done biscuits all day because she BURNED HER FINGER. AND, they weren't busy AT ALL today. There is NO EXCUSE.
I was seriously on the verge of tears from all the stress from 4-9. I actually lost it a couple times, too. I was getting so frustrated because I told Ernest and Alicia what my situation was, and they assured me they would take care of things up front, get stuff out of whatever and whatnot. BUT THEY DIDN'T. I'd be freaking out over one thing and OH LOOK THEY WANT FUCKING BISCUITS. THEY HAVE ONE CUSTOMER AND YET ARE STILL INCAPABLE OF WALKING THE TEN FEET TO THE OVEN AND GETTING THEM THEIR FUCKING SELVES. I had a fit when they wanted mac and cheese and I was in the back doing dishes so I could make mashed potatos, and I threw my scrubbie on the ground and stomped and cursed and stuff. And then I actually cried, too. I was making corn and trying to make coleslaw and stuff and all of a sudden I hear a whole shit load of commands coming from the front ("I need BISCUITSBISCUITSBISCUITSBISCUITS", "MAC AND CHEESE!" "FOUR FUCKING MILD PO-BOYS"), but I'm almost done with the corn so I'm rushing and in the process I pour about a quart of 200 degree water all over my hands, mostly on the right one, you know the one with all the cuts and burns and stuff already? So I just started crying because I was just fucking up so much and it was like I would never get caught up and everybody would hate me, it took literally EVERYTHING in me to keep the tears in my eyes. And, lucky me, Amanda and Ronnie saw me lose it and they were all "oh are you okay? what's wrong?" and other blah de dah and I had to pretend that it was cause I burned my hand..whcih did really, really hurt.
School sucked. Ceramics was cool. So was Yearbook, duh. But turns out I have lunch with Him on even days. Instead of Drew, Zach, or Ashley, I get Him. Joy. I especially love the part where he comes up and starts talking to someone I was having a conversation with and blatantly ignoring me. It was fun, a regular blast. Ah well, at least I had interviews to keep me occupied and make me feel like less of a reject, I guess.
But anyway. I'm tired, and I'm gonna...go do something else.
Bye.
HOLY SHIT. Work SUCKED today. More than any job has ever sucked BEFORE. Work SUCKED, threw up the suckage and then SUCKED it back up again. I got to work kinda happy-like thinkin "okay, this won't be so bad." And then I walked in and everybody was all gloomy, so I'm thinking..ooooh shit. And then Heather comes up to me and gives me some rigamorol and how she KNOWS I have coleslaw, red rice, and cajun rice, but there's no jambolaiya because there's no chicken for it, and she's not sure about the biscuit cooler because, oh the poor darling, she burned her finger on it and has therefore been avoiding it all day. So I'm like...whatever, because she usually works up front and therefore it doesn't matter what she did. And then I walk up to the holding cabinet to kind of get a reading on what I have, and OH LOOK! I HAVE NOTHING. Literally, nothing. There were no mashed potatos, no red rice, no cajun rice, no gravy, no red beans, no mac and cheese. OH! but there WERE two ears of corn which mind you were promptly taken away. So I say far too loudy "whoooa, shit." And then Jeri, who came in at the same time as me, looks in, stammers in shocked sympathy and agreement, and points in the direction of her fry table and her batter table. DISASTERS. So I figure, shit they must've been SWAMPED. I run in a total panic to my CHUBS container, and OH LOOK! No mac and cheese! At all! One thing of red beans that I needed RIGHT THEN. One gravy! Oh, but they DID have a thing of jambolayia mix that I COULDN'T USE ANYWAY DAMMIT. At this point I'm fucking flipping out. I go to the walk-in to get some mac and cheese to shove in the CHUBS, and THERE ISN'T ANY. Whoever the fucking prep cook was before ME decided that THEY didn't want to get ANY MAC AND CHEESE. OR MORE THAN ONE BOX OF BISCUITS. I ALSO looked over and saw three inserts each of red and cajun rice. THREE. That will last me, oh, AN HOUR. NONE of the other shit is dipped up and I can't dip it up because I HAVE NO INSERTS TO DIP IT INTO BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T DO DISHES EITHER. I go to the biscuit cooler. I HAVE ONE TRAY OF BISCUITS, which I had to put in the oven THE SECOND I GOT THERE. I would make trays sure, but I only had two packages of biscuits, which makes four trays, because the FUCKING PREP didn't rotate the biscuits out!
So, in a period of five minutes ago, I had to make two inserts each of red rice, cajun rice, mashed potatos, gravy, red beans, mac and cheese, I had to fill the chubs container, replace the mac and cheese that was SUPPOSED to be in the walk-in, make ten or twelve biscuit trays, get two HUGE , heavy and awkward boxes of biscuits out of the freezer in order to do said trays, chop lettuce for the po-boys, dip up the red rice and cajun rice, and make corn, ALL ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ELSE I DO IN THE FIRST PLACE. And the best part was, I had to wash each thing I need for doing the previously listed chores in between because THEY DIDN'T DO DISHES. And, and AND, Amanda apologizes to me for it and says she had no idea because HEATHER was the fucking prep. HEATHER, the girl who SAID TO ME that she hadn't done biscuits all day because she BURNED HER FINGER. AND, they weren't busy AT ALL today. There is NO EXCUSE.
I was seriously on the verge of tears from all the stress from 4-9. I actually lost it a couple times, too. I was getting so frustrated because I told Ernest and Alicia what my situation was, and they assured me they would take care of things up front, get stuff out of whatever and whatnot. BUT THEY DIDN'T. I'd be freaking out over one thing and OH LOOK THEY WANT FUCKING BISCUITS. THEY HAVE ONE CUSTOMER AND YET ARE STILL INCAPABLE OF WALKING THE TEN FEET TO THE OVEN AND GETTING THEM THEIR FUCKING SELVES. I had a fit when they wanted mac and cheese and I was in the back doing dishes so I could make mashed potatos, and I threw my scrubbie on the ground and stomped and cursed and stuff. And then I actually cried, too. I was making corn and trying to make coleslaw and stuff and all of a sudden I hear a whole shit load of commands coming from the front ("I need BISCUITSBISCUITSBISCUITSBISCUITS", "MAC AND CHEESE!" "FOUR FUCKING MILD PO-BOYS"), but I'm almost done with the corn so I'm rushing and in the process I pour about a quart of 200 degree water all over my hands, mostly on the right one, you know the one with all the cuts and burns and stuff already? So I just started crying because I was just fucking up so much and it was like I would never get caught up and everybody would hate me, it took literally EVERYTHING in me to keep the tears in my eyes. And, lucky me, Amanda and Ronnie saw me lose it and they were all "oh are you okay? what's wrong?" and other blah de dah and I had to pretend that it was cause I burned my hand..whcih did really, really hurt.
School sucked. Ceramics was cool. So was Yearbook, duh. But turns out I have lunch with Him on even days. Instead of Drew, Zach, or Ashley, I get Him. Joy. I especially love the part where he comes up and starts talking to someone I was having a conversation with and blatantly ignoring me. It was fun, a regular blast. Ah well, at least I had interviews to keep me occupied and make me feel like less of a reject, I guess.
But anyway. I'm tired, and I'm gonna...go do something else.
Bye.