A “Splenda” Day
My normal routine (work days) is to get up by 4:30, make coffee and blog, surf the web, whatever for about an hour. I shower and get dressed between 5:30 and 6 and head to work, arriving there by 6:30 at the latest. It’s my quiet time, and it lets me wake up. I am by no means a morning person. Some of the worst fights that I have ever been involved in my marriage were because we chose to talk to each other in the morning. Bad mistake. I maker her a cup of coffee, give her a kiss, and fucking leave.
Today I woke up sometime around or just after 6AM. I made coffee and had a quick smoke and discovered we were out of sugar. Fuck. The only thing I could find was a box of Splenda. Isn’t that the stuff that makes your ass leak? I had about a half cup of coffee, threw my clothes on and went to work. No shower, no coffee, no quiet time. I’ve been checking for ass leakage throughout the day and so far so good.
I was short help at work today, so even though it started rough, it got worse quickly, finally evolving into a what one might nicely call a goatfuck. Actually I have had worse days. Working in Mississippi after Hurricane Katrina was worse. Working the couple of days after Hurricane Opal came up the Georgia/Alabama line back in the ’90s was worse. It was just that kind of day.
One of my waitresses chose today to pick a fight with me and came real close to getting shitcanned. Like most restaurants we have specials or “featured items”. It’s simple, if you want the featured item, it’s a certain price, usually slightly lower than what it would normally be. No substitutions, no changing for shit that isn’t on the featured items. If you want fucking country ham with your waffle and eggs, FINE. You pay full price because it isn’t a featured item. 99% of the population could give a fuck, except for that waitress that just has to fucking argue that it isn’t fair. If you DON’T FUCKING LIKE IT, GO TO WORK SOMEWHERE ELSE WHERE THEY LET YOU MAKE THE RULE UP FOR YOURSELF cause it ain’t gonna happen working for me. Open your own fucking restaurant.
Just as soon as I give in to ONE person and do this, someone else is going to get charged correctly, and complain to our corporate office (or god forbid an attorney) that we discriminated against them because the white guy got to substitute, while they paid full price. It will happen. It HAS happened, just not to me, nor will it if I can help it.
I think my ass may be leaking. Not sure. Maybe that’s sweat from getting so worked up.
I finally got out of there at 4:30 this afternoon and have to be back at 8:30 for drawer change. That sucks. All of the managers in my area of the state have to go back in EVERY night for at least this week due to high food costs. No big deal I suppose. When I started 20 years ago, it was business as usual to do every single shift change. Part of the job description. It just gets old after awhile and contributes to burnout.
Maybe if I stuck a couple of pieces of toilet paper in there it’ll be alright.
Now I just need to figure out how to get my extended entries to show up on the main page when I click the link (like over at Eric’s place). I am sure it is basically the same thing. I suppose I can look over at the movabletype forums, perhaps there will be an answer there.
Damn, it’s sort of squishy down there.
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