NO ONE LIKES TO GO TO WORK AT FOUR AND GET OFF AFTER TWELVE. NO ONE! D<
~H.D, who does not want to go to work at four.
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Friday, March 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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
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
Sunday, December 20, 2009
The Den of Woe has a Christmas Tree at the end of it!
So, how were finals for all of you? Mine.... pretty much were okay. In hindsight, I wish I had done better but I can only do so much after all that carnage.
My novel, as you all know I've been diligently writing since the beginning of the semester for my PW class, was a huge fiasco. Honestly, I was literally just vomiting words onto the document. I just had to stop because it was getting rediculously stupid. For real, I just hated it. But I think I'll be able to write a little easier next semester. I plan on finishing it before the school year is done and over, but we'll see. Please keep rooting for me! I want to finish it! Then some of you will read it and tell me what you think.
The rest of my finals were fine (despite the lack of study due to novel and inherint laziness) BUT IT WAS WORK THAT NEARLY DID ME IN!!!!!
Okay, so we expected to be slow the rest on the last day of finals. Just about everyone had moved out and there was just about one customer every hour after eight that night. We spent our time reading, talking, working on projects (nothing for school, just fun stuffs) all the way up until about 11:30pm. Then, They started coming. You know, They. The people who are determined to spend every last one of their exchanges before we close. They are also the ones who never changed their dumb 12 meal/150 point plans to something more managable and, therefore, had about 10 more meals left to spend. 10 more meals = AHEKOVALOTTASAMICHES!!!
One of the orders was 10 of the same sandwiches.
One order had four different sandwiches plus three soups.
Another had three different sandwiches plus one soup and two salads.
IT WAS JUST.... I almost wanted to go to the back and scream. Luckily, one of our more vocal employees made his complaints very well known the whole time we worked, slaved over those 50 or so sandwiches. It was a great stress reliever to hear our resident Lord the Poet rant and rage while I piled at least 3 different sandwiches with all veggies and three meats.
Yes, yes, it was death and destruction. I usually can keep my own cool under even the most stressful of situations (at least I won't show my anger to customers) but I felt incredibly abused after all of that. One guy even had the gall to come up and try to play the "I been where you've been, I understand what you're going through" card, but our Lord Poet told him up-front that we didn't want or need to hear that kind of crap (though with a much more colorful dialog than my own, as you can imagine). Here's a newsflash for people like that: IF YOU KNOW WHAT WE'RE GOING THROUGH BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN THERE, THE WHY IN BLOODY, BURNING HELL ARE YOU HERE?!?!?! Seriously, if you really know what we're going through then obviously you know it's freakin' rude to show up at a place that's just about to close and order tons and tons of food like that. Rude and dumb. Like they're even going to be able to eat all that food anyway.
Yeah. It was that bad. And was I tired after I reached home that night. I realized about 20 or so minutes before I got back home that my muscles were aching a bit. My mom said it's probably due to me finally releasing all my stress; now that finals and work is done for the semester my body is finally able to relieve all the tension that had been building up. Kinda crazy how this stuff works, you know?
Anyway, now that I'm home I plan on playing a bunch of Phoenix Wright and Persona 3. I need to work on my application for a new game I'm trying to pick up on and then I'll also be helping to clean house and cook a little (that is a very little) for when we have company/go visit family. Christmas promises to be nearly a whole week-long affair and while I'm excited about the holidays and seeing family, I know I'm going to be exhausted the entire time. I'll probably lose my temper a time or two, and being grouchy is one of my specialties. Hopefully, I'll be infected by Chirstmas spirit and my mood will reflect a much more Christ-like attitude. I think it would do me good to immerse myself in that kind of feeling, rather than cold, prickly doubts and insecurites.
Peace out,
~H.D., who's plans to avoid listening to too much Christmas music before the holidays seems to be a success, so Take That! those of you who let yourself get sick and tired of holiday tunes before the season is even over
My novel, as you all know I've been diligently writing since the beginning of the semester for my PW class, was a huge fiasco. Honestly, I was literally just vomiting words onto the document. I just had to stop because it was getting rediculously stupid. For real, I just hated it. But I think I'll be able to write a little easier next semester. I plan on finishing it before the school year is done and over, but we'll see. Please keep rooting for me! I want to finish it! Then some of you will read it and tell me what you think.
The rest of my finals were fine (despite the lack of study due to novel and inherint laziness) BUT IT WAS WORK THAT NEARLY DID ME IN!!!!!
Okay, so we expected to be slow the rest on the last day of finals. Just about everyone had moved out and there was just about one customer every hour after eight that night. We spent our time reading, talking, working on projects (nothing for school, just fun stuffs) all the way up until about 11:30pm. Then, They started coming. You know, They. The people who are determined to spend every last one of their exchanges before we close. They are also the ones who never changed their dumb 12 meal/150 point plans to something more managable and, therefore, had about 10 more meals left to spend. 10 more meals = AHEKOVALOTTASAMICHES!!!
One of the orders was 10 of the same sandwiches.
One order had four different sandwiches plus three soups.
Another had three different sandwiches plus one soup and two salads.
IT WAS JUST.... I almost wanted to go to the back and scream. Luckily, one of our more vocal employees made his complaints very well known the whole time we worked, slaved over those 50 or so sandwiches. It was a great stress reliever to hear our resident Lord the Poet rant and rage while I piled at least 3 different sandwiches with all veggies and three meats.
Yes, yes, it was death and destruction. I usually can keep my own cool under even the most stressful of situations (at least I won't show my anger to customers) but I felt incredibly abused after all of that. One guy even had the gall to come up and try to play the "I been where you've been, I understand what you're going through" card, but our Lord Poet told him up-front that we didn't want or need to hear that kind of crap (though with a much more colorful dialog than my own, as you can imagine). Here's a newsflash for people like that: IF YOU KNOW WHAT WE'RE GOING THROUGH BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN THERE, THE WHY IN BLOODY, BURNING HELL ARE YOU HERE?!?!?! Seriously, if you really know what we're going through then obviously you know it's freakin' rude to show up at a place that's just about to close and order tons and tons of food like that. Rude and dumb. Like they're even going to be able to eat all that food anyway.
Yeah. It was that bad. And was I tired after I reached home that night. I realized about 20 or so minutes before I got back home that my muscles were aching a bit. My mom said it's probably due to me finally releasing all my stress; now that finals and work is done for the semester my body is finally able to relieve all the tension that had been building up. Kinda crazy how this stuff works, you know?
Anyway, now that I'm home I plan on playing a bunch of Phoenix Wright and Persona 3. I need to work on my application for a new game I'm trying to pick up on and then I'll also be helping to clean house and cook a little (that is a very little) for when we have company/go visit family. Christmas promises to be nearly a whole week-long affair and while I'm excited about the holidays and seeing family, I know I'm going to be exhausted the entire time. I'll probably lose my temper a time or two, and being grouchy is one of my specialties. Hopefully, I'll be infected by Chirstmas spirit and my mood will reflect a much more Christ-like attitude. I think it would do me good to immerse myself in that kind of feeling, rather than cold, prickly doubts and insecurites.
Peace out,
~H.D., who's plans to avoid listening to too much Christmas music before the holidays seems to be a success, so Take That! those of you who let yourself get sick and tired of holiday tunes before the season is even over
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Losing my mind... and something to relieve my woes
(art by zarla; Phoenix Wright, Edgeworth and Gumshoe (C) are property of CAPCOM)
I just can't seem to concentrate, you know? I need to practice my presentation more but I did manage to finish my power point in time at least. Now I just have to write 10,000 words before December 15 and maybe I won't die. The pains I'm taking to be a writer are more than you can imagine.
SO LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT IT!!!!!!! TIME FOR SOMETHING FUNNY!
So, at work we generally have to say goofy things and come up with reasons to be happy we're alive at all and not depressed that all we're doing is feeding the endless droves of students that flood our campus and get messier and lazier every semester. Sometimes we sing songs and sometimes we crack jokes. I have the annoying habit of ranting on whatever fandom I'm into at the moment, AND YES I KNOW I'M ANNOYING YOU ALL SO JUST STOP JUDGING ME BEHIND MY BACK!!
Well, one particular night a few of the girls and I were talking about something random and I started singing The Fun Song from Spongebob Squarepants. You know, from the episode when he tries to become friends with plankton and everything majorly backfires but not until he and plankton share a time of singing and dancing. Here's the lyrics if you still don't know what I'm talking about:
F is for "friends" who do stuff together
Now, that's all nice and sweet and fun if you hear Spongebob singing it to a grumpy bottom feeder like plankton, but apparently ANG Mark II had never heard this song before. As a result... she started looking at me like I was some crazy sicko. Apparently, she thought the lyrics were a bit... suggestive. And when you actually take the time to sing it nice and slow, and then lower you voice and try to make it sexy.... yeah, the lyrics do seem a bit racy, don't they? Isn't that odd?
This comic is pretty much hilarious if you've played Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, case file 1-4. Zar said this is how she imagined the ending scene to go, which is pretty funny since Gumshoe really does worship the ground Edgeworth walks on. Poor Edgy looks like he's having troubles breathing.
But in other news, I've been trying my best not to put a figurative gun to my head and pull its imaginary trigger. Finals are upon my doorstep and my time seems to be falling away... falling away...
I just can't seem to concentrate, you know? I need to practice my presentation more but I did manage to finish my power point in time at least. Now I just have to write 10,000 words before December 15 and maybe I won't die. The pains I'm taking to be a writer are more than you can imagine.
SO LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT IT!!!!!!! TIME FOR SOMETHING FUNNY!
So, at work we generally have to say goofy things and come up with reasons to be happy we're alive at all and not depressed that all we're doing is feeding the endless droves of students that flood our campus and get messier and lazier every semester. Sometimes we sing songs and sometimes we crack jokes. I have the annoying habit of ranting on whatever fandom I'm into at the moment, AND YES I KNOW I'M ANNOYING YOU ALL SO JUST STOP JUDGING ME BEHIND MY BACK!!
Well, one particular night a few of the girls and I were talking about something random and I started singing The Fun Song from Spongebob Squarepants. You know, from the episode when he tries to become friends with plankton and everything majorly backfires but not until he and plankton share a time of singing and dancing. Here's the lyrics if you still don't know what I'm talking about:
F is for "friends" who do stuff together
U is for "you and me"
N is for "any time" and "any where at all"
Down here in the deep blue sea!
Now, that's all nice and sweet and fun if you hear Spongebob singing it to a grumpy bottom feeder like plankton, but apparently ANG Mark II had never heard this song before. As a result... she started looking at me like I was some crazy sicko. Apparently, she thought the lyrics were a bit... suggestive. And when you actually take the time to sing it nice and slow, and then lower you voice and try to make it sexy.... yeah, the lyrics do seem a bit racy, don't they? Isn't that odd?
Who knows? Maybe Mark II is right and Spongebob has more innuendo (after which she would turn and say "in your endo!") than previously believed. I don't know myself, but I don't think I'll be able to hear that song in the same impartial, innocent way I used to.
~H. D., and God speed to any others who are lonely tonight
~H. D., and God speed to any others who are lonely tonight
Sunday, November 22, 2009
The silly of stupidity
You know, funny things happen when you work at a place full of young college students. They're very independent peoples so they like to do what they want to do, even if it makes them look like totally sillies/idiots/dummies/etc.
So, you know. I see a lot of drunk people who come in completely high after a night on the town (BEFORE 12!!!) on days when I close at O'Henry's. Well, last Friday there was this completely floored guy who came in and ordered a sandwich in all caps. I MEAN HE TALKED LIKE THIS THE ENTIRE TIME HE ORDERED!!! I wonder if drunkenness makes it hard to hear? I wouldn't know.
Okay, so then he starts talking to us, mostly to the girl making his sandwich, and he says some bizarre things. He unwrapped his sandwich after we got it to him to make sure we cut it (surprising, since we always cut sandwiches and most people don't do that even when they're not drunk) then decided he needed to thank us by blessing us. He said something about being from a different country and asking a spirit to bless us (he was totally Caucasian and wore a cowboy hat and everything, what) and decided one of our workers, a Korean friend of mine, would be called Oliver Asian. He also said it was something "beyond Jesus" apparently totally without a thought of possibly offending someone, but yeah. He was drunk.
So, in short, it was kinda funny. But there were a lot of drunk people that night, and the sad thing is that when we have drunks it also means we'll have a big mess because they don't know how to throw away their trash. My freshman year a group of drunk guys came in one night and turned all the couches in the main Cate lobby upside-down. Very impressive, guys. Girls are TOTALLY into completely crashed dudes, especially when they're LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS!!
Totally a rant, but it was kinda funny. Maybe if you work with me someday, you'll see it too.
~H.K., tired but not dead
So, you know. I see a lot of drunk people who come in completely high after a night on the town (BEFORE 12!!!) on days when I close at O'Henry's. Well, last Friday there was this completely floored guy who came in and ordered a sandwich in all caps. I MEAN HE TALKED LIKE THIS THE ENTIRE TIME HE ORDERED!!! I wonder if drunkenness makes it hard to hear? I wouldn't know.
Okay, so then he starts talking to us, mostly to the girl making his sandwich, and he says some bizarre things. He unwrapped his sandwich after we got it to him to make sure we cut it (surprising, since we always cut sandwiches and most people don't do that even when they're not drunk) then decided he needed to thank us by blessing us. He said something about being from a different country and asking a spirit to bless us (he was totally Caucasian and wore a cowboy hat and everything, what) and decided one of our workers, a Korean friend of mine, would be called Oliver Asian. He also said it was something "beyond Jesus" apparently totally without a thought of possibly offending someone, but yeah. He was drunk.
So, in short, it was kinda funny. But there were a lot of drunk people that night, and the sad thing is that when we have drunks it also means we'll have a big mess because they don't know how to throw away their trash. My freshman year a group of drunk guys came in one night and turned all the couches in the main Cate lobby upside-down. Very impressive, guys. Girls are TOTALLY into completely crashed dudes, especially when they're LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS!!
Totally a rant, but it was kinda funny. Maybe if you work with me someday, you'll see it too.
~H.K., tired but not dead
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