Red, the color of desire. Black, the color of despair.

It's been a while since I blogged, so this is kind of overdue.

Lately work has been, well, work. Every since school started back up the sandwich place has pretty much been a madhouse. Except for the last two days I worked. But even then it wasn't so great, because the day shift is apparently ticked off that I don't have enough stuff prepped for them when they get there in the morning. It's not like they don't have a few free hours before the place actually opens to lay cheese and fill dressing bottles. Meh.

But I don't wanna complain anymore. For real. I don't. I do enough while I'm at work. And while I do want to continue to use this blog to blow off some steam I also want to look back on it and remember the good times, not just the times I felt like being bitchy.

Anyway, back to the sandwiches. We have a new manager working with us now and he's tremendous. What I mean by that is he's an amazing guy, very nice and polite (even when he's obviously tired/angry/upset/etc.) and works hard to make sure no one is understaffed. It's terrific! I know all of us who work sandwiches are grateful to him for his awesomeness. He's already on his way to being a sandwich ninja himself. He just needs to work a bit more, become "one" with the wraps, bread, dressings, veggies and other toppings, and he'll be counted amongst the greats working alongside my valiant sandwich crafters. ♥

Yeah, if you haven't guessed I'm pretty passionate about sandwiches. DEAL WITH IT!

~H.D., who's feeling melancholic and depressed but trying to remain genki despite that