Bowl Of Stuff

Went back to work after one day off. The whole filling in for a coworker thing and all that. Not sure what those in charge durring my absence (read: my boss) was thinking. There was very little back up. Hardly anything left for packing out to the case this morning as well. Not that it mattered that much, I was out a packer till the afternoon do to no school and evidently not being told there was no preschool for the packer's four young children.

This is one of the biggest weekends of the year. The other being Christmas. We are very busy. Evidently this is also the time that my boss thinks that it's also a wonderful time to let people take off the day with out more than one or two hours notice. I was asked though. You know, if we'd be screwed if there wasnt an extra cook on at night. I said yes. Myboss let the cook take the night off anyhow. What ever.

I worked overtime almost a whole extra day so far this week. I also work tomorrow, we'll see if I can do 60 hours this week. Not that it matters I guess. I was also yelled at by my boss's boss as to why we had no mashed potatoes in the holiday foods case. I said, they wernt made the night before. He said they needed to get out there as soon as possible and why in the hell wernt they put on the list to be made yesterday. I said, I had no idea why they wernt put on the list. He asked who made the list. I told him that it was my boss, you know, that kitchen manager that was hired for the same job I had interviewed. Did I mention I also had to train him in to do his job? I must not have done a very good job of training him, I guess.

So, I had to drop what I was doing and begin making potatoes for the case. You know, mashed potatoes, which we dont sell a single container of even on the day of Thanksgiving. Evidently there is currently a potato emergency that I had no idea about. Must not have gotten the memo.

Eventualy, I was able to get out of there and head home. My bus passes through the University area on the way home. It was...a relatively quiet ride for the most part. The only unpleasant part being when three co-ed college students got on the bus, quite drunk and had to maintain their balance in front of me, what with it being a late bus and rather crouded.

About four blocks from my stop one of the girls turned a realy strange color of green and vomited on the floor. The guy next to me got off at the very next stop, he too had turned an interesting shade of green just after the mess nearly hit him in the legs. I moved and it didnt hit my trousers, just my shoes. The toes to be more precises. Did I mention that they were drinking and thus the smell of regurgitated beer filled the bus after that.

Surly, Id say that tomorrow couldnt be any worse. I would say that, however, I dont want to tempt the kitchen gods.