I may not make much sense in the post, so I’ll do my usual “+” thing in hopes of keeping things at least somewhat coherent.
I am a tired turtle, y’all.
+ With our New Program at work, things have been insane. There’s not enough people for the jobs that they want done, things aren’t getting done, and despite the fact that it’s been almost a week since I said “we have to change the oil,” it still hasn’t been done and our $80 order yesterday called to complain about it.
+ Our mark-outs have been crazy. I had to mark out 5 cases of merch yesterday that went out and the day before that Jamie had to mark out at least a buggie-full of merch that went out of date.
+ Our freight didn’t get done yesterday and it probably won’t get done today either. I don’t care. I can’t do everything. I am one tiny person. And while, yes, I can easily fling approximately 200lbs of chicken in various boxes, I don’t want to. I don’t want to be the only one who does.
Freight is practically done by Ajax and myself and Ajax isn’t responsible for our freight anymore (his duties got changed).
+ Yesterday, the first round of rotisserie chickens got put in about 9.30ish. Ok, we’re half an hour late, but that’s ok. We can work it. Rotisseries are usually done (cooked, temped, boxed, and timed) about an hour and a half later. Rotisseries should’ve been done by 11.
The timer goes off and Coworker tells me that it still has two minutes left. Ok, whatever. I’m helping a customer while they’re complaining about having to “fix [your] hot case” because everything I cooked is already gone.
Other coworker goes to grab some asprin while I cut tomatoes/onions for an order for them and our ASM (who is super stressed because this new program is bonkers) says our hot case up front is empty and people are wanting stuff. I tell him I’ll call him as soon as new chickens are done and after he leaves, I look over to find that the chickens are all sitting there. On the table. Boxed and ready to go but without being tagged/timed. I tag-em and put the majority on a cart, leave one of each for the hot case back here, and call him to say they’re ready.
Coworker who grabbed asprin is back, I shove the chickens into our hot case, and tell them that I don’t care that these chickens just came out, I’m going to get our 12pm chickens. When the ASM showed up to grab chickens, I told him the same thing and he was fine with it. I stuffed that rotisserie full because we had so many customers.
12pm chickens were put in and the doors were shut by 12.05. I came back from lunch about 2.20 and they were just pulling chickens out of the rotisserie.
I know it’s busy. We’ve worked hard to get busy. We’ve worked hard to get customers to come back. But why are the chickens sitting in the rotisserie for an extra hour?!
I told Coworker Derp about it while I was getting the last cook (at almost 4pm–an hour late) and he was like “Dude, they tried to get me to help them clean and they didn’t have the rotisserie done and it was already 9pm!”
+ I worked a 10-hour day the day before because it was super busy and we have to do cold orders the day before. I spent 2.5 hours trying to do the same order because it got busy and Coworker decided to up and disappear, leaving Coworker Timid and New Guy by themselves. Timid gets overwhelmed easily, New Guy’s first day was that day. Coworker left them and they were slammed.
By the time 10am rolled around yesterday, I was tired and getting grumpy to the point where the coworker who went for an asprin asked if I was mad at them. Nope, just tired and frustrated.
+ We’re sort of pet sitting for a friend of ours while they go on vacation. We don’t have to worry about the snakes, as they got fed, the lizard died of the ripe old age of 8 before they left, the prairie dogs are good and all we have to do is keep an eye on their water/Timothy Hay and give scritches (and keep an eye out for the older one because she’s calmed down to the point of being “an old fart” who only wants to sleep). Chicken Little decided to come out of hiding (large black hen) and demand tribute while it was raining but Winner Winner (the large fancy hen) is still like “NOPE” and has been hiding somewhere on the property.
Mylie the senior dog has been flopping on the floor and making snarf noises, Kimber decided that, because it’s pouring down rain today, this is the best time to plow into us and Dobby (the chihuahua) and get wet-dog all over everything. Dobby the chihuahua is excited to see us but also kind of still confused when we give him pets. At least he isn’t terrified of us like he used to be (he used to be terrified of everyone)
+ I won a Fraggle from the claw machine a few days ago! I am excited. I love Fraggles!
+ I told Ajax that I want a new name badge that just says “CMOT” and he was like wtf and I explained: We now sell sausages inna bun and soon we’ll be selling sausages onna stick. I am Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler.
I don’t think he got it, but he laughed a bit.
+ Never name your Little Orange Kitten Carrot Ironfoundersson because that little shit will BE Carrot Ironfoundersson. He lives up to his name (except he’s still a little orange cat). Thank gods I didn’t name him Sam Vimes because who knows what would happen if I had because this little shit was missing for TWO DAYS before I found him (he was under the porch/in the backyard. I found him covered in cobwebs, dirt, and dust)
Jamie says he’s that cat from the song “The Cat Came Back.” And it’s true.
+ I wasn’t going to update the blog because I type too loud and Jamie’s dead asleep. But, fuck it, Jamie’s been asleep for a few hours so he can deal.
+ I can’t remember if I’ve worked on any writing the past few days besides jotting down a few story ideas
I realize that if anyone were to look through my notes app, they’d either be confused or concerned because it goes from “This bus smells like mold” to “‘Rose Tattoo’ by Dropkick Murphys makes me think of Phlint” to a rambling message to myself about alien invasions and how we’re all going to die by new soap dispensers.
+ I’m working on trying to finish this shawl/scarf (I say shawl/scarf because I don’t know how large it’s going to be once it’s finished) so I can use my loom to work on the baby blanket that Jamie wants me to make for a coworker of ours. He’s good people so it’ll be fun to make.
I used up the first skein earlier today and just started on the second. What’s taking so long is the fact that it’s such thick yarn, it kills my hands after like one or two rows and I can’t just plow through 10 rows without notice like normal. But, I’ve got like 80ish rows left and then I’ll be done. Hopefully I’ll have enough yarn to finish it!
+ My headphones finally died so I can’t listen to anything. The latest episode of NoSleep is half-finished and there’s new con panels that SilverGatomon posted and new podcast episodes I haven’t listened to.
+ And now it’s time to quit. My hands hurt, my head hurts from sinuses and the rain we’ve been having, my back hurts (probably have a rib out of place again), Uggs has trapped one arm so it’s hard to type.
It’s too dark in here to knit anymore and I’ll probably just lay in bed and attempt to work my way through “The Light at the End,” which I have found is not “an ancient evil has come back” kind of book like the blurb implied but a weird vampire novel and it was intriguing for the most part, but now I’m on chapter 17 or 18, and I’m starting to hate the vampire (because he’s a pompous shit).