Thank god this week is over. I have never anticipated the end of a work week so much.
Let's recap!
Wed: My boss is too sick to work, I work the entire dinner shift by myself, sick
Thurs: Boss is too sick to come in, I take care of all the ordering and his shit along with cooking, not too bad
Friday: My morning person is sick. I have to send her home as soon as I get to work. I get my ass kicked by myself at work. It hurts, bad. Huge list, nonstop business, people running with their heads cut off and I have to fix problems. Eck.
Sat: My boss says he's gonna prep, I just need to set up since my morning person isn't even there. I come early to set up the line, he says he can't prep. I prep, as I set up the line, I prep as I cook, we're slamming busy, I am totally fucked. I have a prep list the size of the god damn fat on rosane, and I am forced to have two dishwashers prep, for some time. I was really fucking behind. +working 14 hours until 12:30 am.
Today(Sun): I have to open. Last night I went home, and just went to bed, and still only got 6 hours of sleep. I slept and went to work so I could open at 7 am. The morning list is fucking huge. I get my ass kicked. Coffee and Whiskey save me. By the time we open I'm drunk, and sober up throughout the day. Oh and, did I mention I developed a case of bronchitis from working so much when I was sick? I feel awesome.
Slamming busy for dinner. I'm supposed to be first off..but there is no first off. We're too busy, and I get off right before they start closing. Sit down have a glass of wine and read a bit, and leave. I worked another 14 hours, but this time on 6 hours of sleep.
I am so tired. I am so glad it's all over. The next person who calls in sick I will go to their home and strangle to death. Then beat them with a dead animal till they bleed.
Then take their corpse, and let IT fuck it.
There's a special hell for people like that.
God bless working in the industry.
Let's recap!
Wed: My boss is too sick to work, I work the entire dinner shift by myself, sick
Thurs: Boss is too sick to come in, I take care of all the ordering and his shit along with cooking, not too bad
Friday: My morning person is sick. I have to send her home as soon as I get to work. I get my ass kicked by myself at work. It hurts, bad. Huge list, nonstop business, people running with their heads cut off and I have to fix problems. Eck.
Sat: My boss says he's gonna prep, I just need to set up since my morning person isn't even there. I come early to set up the line, he says he can't prep. I prep, as I set up the line, I prep as I cook, we're slamming busy, I am totally fucked. I have a prep list the size of the god damn fat on rosane, and I am forced to have two dishwashers prep, for some time. I was really fucking behind. +working 14 hours until 12:30 am.
Today(Sun): I have to open. Last night I went home, and just went to bed, and still only got 6 hours of sleep. I slept and went to work so I could open at 7 am. The morning list is fucking huge. I get my ass kicked. Coffee and Whiskey save me. By the time we open I'm drunk, and sober up throughout the day. Oh and, did I mention I developed a case of bronchitis from working so much when I was sick? I feel awesome.
Slamming busy for dinner. I'm supposed to be first off..but there is no first off. We're too busy, and I get off right before they start closing. Sit down have a glass of wine and read a bit, and leave. I worked another 14 hours, but this time on 6 hours of sleep.
I am so tired. I am so glad it's all over. The next person who calls in sick I will go to their home and strangle to death. Then beat them with a dead animal till they bleed.
Then take their corpse, and let IT fuck it.
There's a special hell for people like that.
God bless working in the industry.
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But that's a lab. If she's an oversized rat... well, she's about 64 lbs overweight, even for a large rat.