Just Need To Cool Off
Last night, no kickball. It was just too damn hot. So, instead, the whole gang just met up at Halligan's a little later, and a large gang it was. We took up two tables this time; I think 17 of us ended up showing up. I ate at the larger table, as Shap and Laurie came a little later, but switched to their table for trivia (as another provision of my "lease," to contribute my trivia prowess to Shap's cause). At the time, Kate was the fourth to our team, and composed a formidable side, in all. I hadn't seen her for a couple weeks, so I was glad to do so this time. We didn't win any rounds, but we were mentioned, which was all Shap and I wanted, as our team name was "Lord Taintington the Second," a reference to Preston and Steve. Kate, Shap, and Laurie were calling it a night around 10:30, so I headed out with them.
Also happening last night at trivia, Dan gave me my own copies of his house and mailbox key, so things are on their way to being official. My "move-in" is next weekend, and while I hope to take some stuff over on Friday, we're planning Sunday as the main target. In fact, while I realized I had many hours today with nothing to do, I packed up my car and took a bunch of stuff over while Shap was at work, and just piled it in my room. All my autumnal wardrobe that I have down here, all my books, most of my shoes, most of my school binders, and a few other things -- pretty much all the stuff I'm not actively using. Tomorrow, hopefully, Dad and I are gonna grab brunch (Christine is in the mountains with her friends for Girls' Weekend) then head down to Ikea to find a chest of drawers, which is the only item I need for my room at Shaps, and one I want to buy new right now.
So, with several days to do it, and such close distance between abodes, the whole move should be really easy and, hopefully not very stressful. My main concern is to just find the way to the SEPTA station, and to make sure there's enough parking. But moving the stuff into the house today (and finding it pleasantly air-conditioned), I got even more excited.
A largely uneventful week at school, right up until the end. It was very, very hot. While it's normally pretty toasty in the kitchen and I'm used to it, the lack of relief once we left the kitchen made it worse. I was also steward (dishwasher) on Wednesday, which meant I sweated my ass off (well, it was dripping from my forehead most of the time) such that my entire undershirt was damp at the end of the day. That was fun. On Tuesday, in Classical, I hand-made tortellini from scratch -- roasted garlic pasta stuffed with ricotta and spinach -- which was fun and came out really tasty, paired with a fresh pesto and seared, provolone-stuffed veal roll.
The excitement came on Thursday, when I was a server in the restaurant. I was the first one in class to totally fuck up during service. (I say that, cause Camelle spilled an entire tray of about 10 empty glasses before service, once, which was much worse). I was bringing a sprite and two iced teas out to my table, when Brian followed me with a tray jack and suggested I set it down, which I planned to do anyway. Only problem, I was using a small tray, so while it rested for a couple seconds, the tray eventually fell through the two rungs on the jack, leaving the two remaining iced teas to plummet to the ground and shatter.
Nothing got on the customers, so I didn't feel to bad, but it sorta happened in slo-mo; I actually caught a full glass of tea on the way down, but we opted not to serve it anyway. Thankfully, David came right over with a broom, and Brian pitched in, while I went back and got the mop. Of course, my customers understood, and Mr. Gross wasn't mad (he actually kept yelling at me for apologizing cause this stuff happens and it's all part of the learning experience). So once that was done, I had another little tussle with the POS machine, cause it stopped working properly as I was typing in my order, but once THAT was done, and I cooled off, things got back to normal, and I earned my class a 15-dollar tip, or something like that.
Also happening last night at trivia, Dan gave me my own copies of his house and mailbox key, so things are on their way to being official. My "move-in" is next weekend, and while I hope to take some stuff over on Friday, we're planning Sunday as the main target. In fact, while I realized I had many hours today with nothing to do, I packed up my car and took a bunch of stuff over while Shap was at work, and just piled it in my room. All my autumnal wardrobe that I have down here, all my books, most of my shoes, most of my school binders, and a few other things -- pretty much all the stuff I'm not actively using. Tomorrow, hopefully, Dad and I are gonna grab brunch (Christine is in the mountains with her friends for Girls' Weekend) then head down to Ikea to find a chest of drawers, which is the only item I need for my room at Shaps, and one I want to buy new right now.
So, with several days to do it, and such close distance between abodes, the whole move should be really easy and, hopefully not very stressful. My main concern is to just find the way to the SEPTA station, and to make sure there's enough parking. But moving the stuff into the house today (and finding it pleasantly air-conditioned), I got even more excited.
A largely uneventful week at school, right up until the end. It was very, very hot. While it's normally pretty toasty in the kitchen and I'm used to it, the lack of relief once we left the kitchen made it worse. I was also steward (dishwasher) on Wednesday, which meant I sweated my ass off (well, it was dripping from my forehead most of the time) such that my entire undershirt was damp at the end of the day. That was fun. On Tuesday, in Classical, I hand-made tortellini from scratch -- roasted garlic pasta stuffed with ricotta and spinach -- which was fun and came out really tasty, paired with a fresh pesto and seared, provolone-stuffed veal roll.
The excitement came on Thursday, when I was a server in the restaurant. I was the first one in class to totally fuck up during service. (I say that, cause Camelle spilled an entire tray of about 10 empty glasses before service, once, which was much worse). I was bringing a sprite and two iced teas out to my table, when Brian followed me with a tray jack and suggested I set it down, which I planned to do anyway. Only problem, I was using a small tray, so while it rested for a couple seconds, the tray eventually fell through the two rungs on the jack, leaving the two remaining iced teas to plummet to the ground and shatter.
Nothing got on the customers, so I didn't feel to bad, but it sorta happened in slo-mo; I actually caught a full glass of tea on the way down, but we opted not to serve it anyway. Thankfully, David came right over with a broom, and Brian pitched in, while I went back and got the mop. Of course, my customers understood, and Mr. Gross wasn't mad (he actually kept yelling at me for apologizing cause this stuff happens and it's all part of the learning experience). So once that was done, I had another little tussle with the POS machine, cause it stopped working properly as I was typing in my order, but once THAT was done, and I cooled off, things got back to normal, and I earned my class a 15-dollar tip, or something like that.