Next week, Guy Who was on Medical Leave probably comes back. New Hire Guy #2 starts. New Hire Guy #1 keeps on keepin' on, as does New Hire Woman and Cashier Who Liked Helping Out a Few Shifts in the Deli So Much That She Wants to Work There Permanently Woman.

The mind boggles. If two, or even THREE of those things don't work out, we've still got enough staff to cover the upcoming loss of College Student Who Goes Back to School Girl.

Even better, ALL those people requested nights, which means I get to work days. I realized a while ago that for the most part, it's not necessarily working nights or weekends that I object to. Nights and weekends sucks. If I can get either one free, I'm much more tolerant of working the other, especially if the occasional request for a day off is honored.
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I'm going to be The Sandwich Maker. Even ignoring the passing Arthur Dent reference, it's a pretty sweet shift. The sandwich station is in the back corner of the prep room, completely out of the customers' sight. If things get really crazy on the front counter, I go up and help. For the most part, though, I spend eight hours in my own little world, making sandwiches.

It's not monotonous at all, though. I do maybe a dozen croissants, then eight or so kaiser rolls. Maybe the day before I did a lot of Meatloaf on Sourdough, so today the bread sandwiches will be primarily Egg Salad on Rye. So much of the job is enacting my personal (granted, sandwich-related) whims. Does it sounds dumb to describe it as a "creative" job? Well, yes. But there's definitely enough thought and variety to keep me interested.

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