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Aug. 11th, 2008 02:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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kaitodoushi. Since I have to drive right past her house to get to work, I offered to pick her up on the way there, and she agreed. We got there, walked up to clock in together, and headed on down to our little department.
Only to find that there had been no one working the Italian side all morning.
And that there were approximately seven pizzas in the case.
Three of which needed to be pulled for expiration date.
When the case is full, there are supposed to be twenty-six pizzas in it (six each of the original crust large, medium, and small, and then four each of the thin crust mediums and larges). Very long story very short, we worked together to do all of this--AND SERVE ALL THE CHINESE FOOD BECAUSE THE TWO COOKS ON DUTY WERE NOT HELPING AT ALL. Then people were taking stuff. And we filled that bleepin' case fifteen minutes before closing time.
Afterwards, we went to Applebee's for a drink. Yes, that's right. Kat and I were driven to alcohol by twenty-eight pizzas, three calzones, and a pack of garlic toast. What a night.
Oh, and we use a heat-gun to tighten the plastic wrap on the pizzas. It decided to die. So I ran over to grab a hairdryer to use instead. I grabbed the cheapest one, of which there were two left, listed as costing $14.97. I took it up to the front to charge it, and it rang up as $22.99. I told them it said it should cost fifteen bucks, and they sent a sacker back to look. She came back and said that it was $18.99. I walked her back there and showed her where it was that I had gotten it. We compared the numbers, and lo and behold, I was right. It was supposed to be $14.97. GRR on the shift manager trying to tell me it didn't matter.
But yes. Three hours and forty-five minutes of work filled the pizza case. We were doing happy dances and celebrating because it sucked. There were almost no large crusts left either, so we had to dock those so we could finish...yeah. Just a really stressful night.
And Kat ordered her first alcoholic drink because of it. While we were at Applebee's, there was a family with two young kids sitting at the booth adjacent to ours. All of a sudden, the little boy turns around and waves to us and says, "One time, I got sick and I threw up." The poor dad looked mortified, while Kat and I were cracking up. He told us he was four years old, and that he got a bug bite...it was hilarious XD
In other, non-whiny news, today my dad is officially an Olde Fart. That's right, folks. He was born on August 11, 1948, and on this eleventh day of August in the year of two thousand and eight, he turns SIXTY YEARS OLD. We're going out to dinner tonight to celebrate :D
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POPS!
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kaitodoushi. Since I have to drive right past her house to get to work, I offered to pick her up on the way there, and she agreed. We got there, walked up to clock in together, and headed on down to our little department.Only to find that there had been no one working the Italian side all morning.
And that there were approximately seven pizzas in the case.
Three of which needed to be pulled for expiration date.
When the case is full, there are supposed to be twenty-six pizzas in it (six each of the original crust large, medium, and small, and then four each of the thin crust mediums and larges). Very long story very short, we worked together to do all of this--AND SERVE ALL THE CHINESE FOOD BECAUSE THE TWO COOKS ON DUTY WERE NOT HELPING AT ALL. Then people were taking stuff. And we filled that bleepin' case fifteen minutes before closing time.
Afterwards, we went to Applebee's for a drink. Yes, that's right. Kat and I were driven to alcohol by twenty-eight pizzas, three calzones, and a pack of garlic toast. What a night.
Oh, and we use a heat-gun to tighten the plastic wrap on the pizzas. It decided to die. So I ran over to grab a hairdryer to use instead. I grabbed the cheapest one, of which there were two left, listed as costing $14.97. I took it up to the front to charge it, and it rang up as $22.99. I told them it said it should cost fifteen bucks, and they sent a sacker back to look. She came back and said that it was $18.99. I walked her back there and showed her where it was that I had gotten it. We compared the numbers, and lo and behold, I was right. It was supposed to be $14.97. GRR on the shift manager trying to tell me it didn't matter.
But yes. Three hours and forty-five minutes of work filled the pizza case. We were doing happy dances and celebrating because it sucked. There were almost no large crusts left either, so we had to dock those so we could finish...yeah. Just a really stressful night.
And Kat ordered her first alcoholic drink because of it. While we were at Applebee's, there was a family with two young kids sitting at the booth adjacent to ours. All of a sudden, the little boy turns around and waves to us and says, "One time, I got sick and I threw up." The poor dad looked mortified, while Kat and I were cracking up. He told us he was four years old, and that he got a bug bite...it was hilarious XD
In other, non-whiny news, today my dad is officially an Olde Fart. That's right, folks. He was born on August 11, 1948, and on this eleventh day of August in the year of two thousand and eight, he turns SIXTY YEARS OLD. We're going out to dinner tonight to celebrate :D
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POPS!
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