The meeting sucked. It was horrible. I will go into it in more detail tomorrow, but I just got home and am pretty beat. I knew I would be. I have been up since about 4:30 this morning, have been hung on all three shifts, and sat through that fucking meeting for four hours, then went back to work. Not a particularly fun night. I guess we all have our days.
February 28, 2007
Already Tired…
…and I haven’t even gotten to the meeting yet. I forgot to take my vitamins this morning, but there is no time like the present. At least they will be feeding me tonight. I feel so unprepared. Possibly because I AM unprepared. It’s about time to shower and get changed into the shirt and tie.
Oh well, it will only last a couple of hours, then I have to show back up at work at 9 PM for shift change. I have a couple of waitresses to scream at tonight. They decided to have a mustard and ketchup fight last night, which we spent most of the day cleaning. They managed to get the obvious stuff cleaned up before I got there, so in my foggy head first thing in the morning, I didn’t notice for an hour or two. They are not going to be having fun tonight. I have a huge cleaning list waiting for them.
I Hate it When it Sticks to the Side
Why is it when someone comes in and takes a dump; leaves the thick viscous nasties that stick to the side and don’t go down with one flush, they don’t give a courtesy second flush to get rid of the rest. You might as well just shit on my floor, I don’t want to go in and see your poop at all. Nothing an extra flush can’t fix. It’s not just guys either. I check the restrooms several times during the day and it’s a common occurrence to walk in and see fresh tar laid down the side of my toilet.
If you come in and eat and I see you go in and realize in time that you have left me a gift to clean up, I will make sure NOT to wash my hands before I prepare your wonderful hot breakfast.