my weekend pt 1
Ok, first things first, I had the most wonderful time with a beautiful girl tonight, it was so awesome, I really think I'm falling in Love with her, I capitalize Love cause no matter how much it hurts me, it's really important. And anyone who says people who fall in Love too easily just to validate their existence (damn squirrel) need to look deeper into their hearts (wow I get cornier everytime I write in this thing) and realise that Love is the only thing that is real in this world anymore....
Ok, now that I'm done being a little pussy - emo - kid, I'll tell you about my weekend... Friday morning: aboutt 11 o'clock in the morning, I get on the internet and talk to Marcie, she always brightens my day and she doesn't even have to do anythinhg, just say hi to me and be nice like she is, she is sooooo wonderful. We talked for a couple moments and our time spent(well spent, mind you) was interruped by the stupid clock, I was going to be late for work. My stepdad drove me to work, because I have no car at the moment (a story for another day). I arrived at 12 :17, Vicky, the manager was like, "nice to see you show up"
which was met by my "17 minutes isn't that bad, is it?" Vicky gave me one of those "you have got to be kidding me" looks, she replied, "go look at the schedule kenny.."
I went back to the office and looked at the line-up, scrolled down with my finger 'til it met "Kenneth Daugherty - 10 am to 8 pm" "Well shit," I said as I put on my headset, "Looks like I'm in for a day...."
You see, anytime I'm late for work, someone up there deems it necessary to make my day a living Hell, not fun. The day wasn't so bad though, everything went smoothly, we ran ok times... I don't really want to explain the workings of a fast food restaruant, so I'll fast forward to Friday night. About 6 pm, the night shift manager came in, no prep was done, because I had been running around trying to stock the line and do the dishes and make the floors a little nicer, while everyone else stood around talking and drinking soda, or a beverage of their choice. The manager screamed at me, of all people, as busy as i was...." WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU DROP MEAT AND DO COLD PREP? WE AREN'T GOING TO BE READY FOR DINNNER NOW!"
This put me in a bad mood, to put it lightly, I just turned around and went to drop the meat, chicken, steak, veggies, nacho cheese, and made the beans. I told the manager to tell someone else to do the lettuce, cheddar, and three cheese, he obliged, funny, a manager listening to a crew member, even after he had screamed my head off..
Dinner came and we were slammed, we had cars backed up to the boulevard and orders across the board for both the dining room and the drive-thru, it was a mess, to say the least. I steamed (that means i put the meat into the taco shells, chalupas, nachos bellgrandes, you know, stuff like that) because i was the only one who could do it fast enough, we got through what was supposed to be the set dinner time, ending at around 7 30, but we were still busy when I was suppopsed to leave at 8. I didn't leave at 8... while my mom and step-dad were outside waiting, I continued making food and watching the clock. It finally died down at 8:30, and I took that chance to get the Hell out of there...
I got home that night and did my usual internet thing until 4 am, talking to people half a world away, listening to music, *cough*pron*cough*, writing, and trying to figure out my college plans. Before I went to bed I worte a poem called "You Told Me", you can read it if you like, at www.poetmogg.blogspot.com. I went to bed and had a dream about Marcie, which I already told her about, and would tell whoever is reading this about it, but I don't feel like it, and I don't exactly know her feelings on letting my dreams about her go all throughout the internet... This post is too long, I'll continue it in a whle, when my fingers heal...
Ok, now that I'm done being a little pussy - emo - kid, I'll tell you about my weekend... Friday morning: aboutt 11 o'clock in the morning, I get on the internet and talk to Marcie, she always brightens my day and she doesn't even have to do anythinhg, just say hi to me and be nice like she is, she is sooooo wonderful. We talked for a couple moments and our time spent(well spent, mind you) was interruped by the stupid clock, I was going to be late for work. My stepdad drove me to work, because I have no car at the moment (a story for another day). I arrived at 12 :17, Vicky, the manager was like, "nice to see you show up"
which was met by my "17 minutes isn't that bad, is it?" Vicky gave me one of those "you have got to be kidding me" looks, she replied, "go look at the schedule kenny.."
I went back to the office and looked at the line-up, scrolled down with my finger 'til it met "Kenneth Daugherty - 10 am to 8 pm" "Well shit," I said as I put on my headset, "Looks like I'm in for a day...."
You see, anytime I'm late for work, someone up there deems it necessary to make my day a living Hell, not fun. The day wasn't so bad though, everything went smoothly, we ran ok times... I don't really want to explain the workings of a fast food restaruant, so I'll fast forward to Friday night. About 6 pm, the night shift manager came in, no prep was done, because I had been running around trying to stock the line and do the dishes and make the floors a little nicer, while everyone else stood around talking and drinking soda, or a beverage of their choice. The manager screamed at me, of all people, as busy as i was...." WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU DROP MEAT AND DO COLD PREP? WE AREN'T GOING TO BE READY FOR DINNNER NOW!"
This put me in a bad mood, to put it lightly, I just turned around and went to drop the meat, chicken, steak, veggies, nacho cheese, and made the beans. I told the manager to tell someone else to do the lettuce, cheddar, and three cheese, he obliged, funny, a manager listening to a crew member, even after he had screamed my head off..
Dinner came and we were slammed, we had cars backed up to the boulevard and orders across the board for both the dining room and the drive-thru, it was a mess, to say the least. I steamed (that means i put the meat into the taco shells, chalupas, nachos bellgrandes, you know, stuff like that) because i was the only one who could do it fast enough, we got through what was supposed to be the set dinner time, ending at around 7 30, but we were still busy when I was suppopsed to leave at 8. I didn't leave at 8... while my mom and step-dad were outside waiting, I continued making food and watching the clock. It finally died down at 8:30, and I took that chance to get the Hell out of there...
I got home that night and did my usual internet thing until 4 am, talking to people half a world away, listening to music, *cough*pron*cough*, writing, and trying to figure out my college plans. Before I went to bed I worte a poem called "You Told Me", you can read it if you like, at www.poetmogg.blogspot.com. I went to bed and had a dream about Marcie, which I already told her about, and would tell whoever is reading this about it, but I don't feel like it, and I don't exactly know her feelings on letting my dreams about her go all throughout the internet... This post is too long, I'll continue it in a whle, when my fingers heal...
posted by dewmogg at 11/29/2004 01:14:00 PM
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Don't make fun of me Paul!!! Not even married people should have fun at work!
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