Let it snow.
2007-12-11 10:22 a.m.
It is snowing here. Apparently, in J-ville, it's snow and freezing rain. Fazuul is not open now, and the LRM is making hourly weather update calls to Mr. J to find out if they should even open at all. This is perfectly OK by me. I was scheduled 11:30-8:30. Every hour that passes increases my chances of getting told not to even bother coming in at all.I'm working one shift a week at the deli. Fazuul's "week" runs Thurs-Weds. The deli runs on a standard American calendar week. This means that Fazuul can give me two days off in a given "week," say Fri and Weds. Fri was last week, so I worked at the deli. Weds is this week, so I'm working at the deli. My last legitimate Day Off was last week Monday. My next one is next Sunday, but I have to go to Oshkosh and be a crazy vampire. I have off the 23rd-25th for Christmas, but I'll be in Missouri. I don't get a day to stay home and veg out till sometime in January. The point is, I'm loving the snow right now. The snow is my friend. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. *** I actually really like the deli so far. It's so easy. My first day, it was apparently busy. Six hours flew by before anyone realized "Oh shit, Ana never took a break." Break? I get a break? A chance to sit down, while at work, and not work for a few minutes? I have heard of such things, but I never thought it could happen to me. Then, when one of my co-workers asked how I liked it so far, I said, "This is awesome! It's so easy!" and she looked at me like I was a crazy person. Again, from their point of view, it had been an exceptionally busy and stressful day. I'm really going to frighten them when I start doing this full time. *** For years, I have maintained that if it takes you more than 30 seconds to explain your order, you should not be eating in a restaurant. Picky eaters are the bane of every food service worker. "I'd like the Ham and Swiss sub, but instead of swiss, I want provolone. I need extra tomatoes, no lettuce, and just a little mayo on the side. And cut it into thirds." NO! The menu is actually pretty diverse. You need to find something you can eat that is actually on the menu, that I can get for you with one button stroke, or you need to take your freaky OCD food issues elsewhere. At my new job, I'm realizing that maybe a majority of the picky eaters do prepare their own food. They come to the deli counter. "I'd like 1/3 of a pound of Virginia Ham, cut wafer-thin." I'm glad I resisted my initial impulses to that request. "Here we are sir, eet is wafair-theen. You can see ze light, shining through eet." After about six requests for "wafer-thin," I finally noticed the sign hanging on the front of my counter. "Wafer thin" is actually an industry term. It's the one between "thin" and "shaved." Spontaneous Monty Python references would have just confused a lot of people.
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