*sniffle* today kind of sucked.
but i went to rob's and it was all ok.
work did suck though. i left at like... 9:20 because i was feeling really sick (i think it's because luke and i made an IC peanut butter mocha, and i had a peanut butter sandwich and we shared some ice cream....) and i was like "aaagh, i'm dizzy..." then i was like "rawr, i forgot to flip the mayonnaise" (meaning...rotate the stuff from today in with fresh... and put it in a new pan thingy...) so i started to spatula it into the new pan, and suddenly i got all dizzy and was like "aaangie, i'm gonna throw up!" and i ran away and threw up, and it was gross... so i went home because i diddn't think i could bring myself to face the mayo again. i actually didn't go home, i went to rob's and took a nap. then i read cosmo. then i actually came home.
i tried to convince my dad to buy a chinchilla today. it looked like a mouse... only it was as big as dill. i would have been SO cool if he'd gotten it. like, he could keep it at the shop, and customers would be like "what the hell is that??" and he could be like "*shrug* i think it's a mouse."
tom (evil manager from hell) yelled at ryan today. whenever ryan calls out orders over the microphones, he's like "customers *pause* order 2435 is ready *long pause* at the sandwich counter." or... "guess what customers! order 3264 is ready *long pause* at the sandwich counter..." or, my favorite (after having called the same number multiple tiems.... "customers, order 1632 is STILL at the sandwich counter, and getting cold." yeaaah, so apparently tom was sitting over on the other side of the dining area *writing down* all the things ryan said over the microphone. and he yelled at him for all that, AND said it didnt' sound like he had a "smile in his voice". tom's yelled at me for that lots of times. like, he says i never answer the phone with a smile in my voice. and i'm like "that's because the only time you call is on saturdays during the evening rush, when we're so understaffed that i'm doing five peoples jobs. then the phone rings, and it's not even a customer, it's you, seeing if i say "good evening, you've reached panera bread in the coral ridge mall, this is megan, how can i help you?" RAWR.
anywho, i'm writing a letter to rob (and no nic, it's not that kind of letter). so i'm gonna go finish that. byee.
but i went to rob's and it was all ok.
work did suck though. i left at like... 9:20 because i was feeling really sick (i think it's because luke and i made an IC peanut butter mocha, and i had a peanut butter sandwich and we shared some ice cream....) and i was like "aaagh, i'm dizzy..." then i was like "rawr, i forgot to flip the mayonnaise" (meaning...rotate the stuff from today in with fresh... and put it in a new pan thingy...) so i started to spatula it into the new pan, and suddenly i got all dizzy and was like "aaangie, i'm gonna throw up!" and i ran away and threw up, and it was gross... so i went home because i diddn't think i could bring myself to face the mayo again. i actually didn't go home, i went to rob's and took a nap. then i read cosmo. then i actually came home.
i tried to convince my dad to buy a chinchilla today. it looked like a mouse... only it was as big as dill. i would have been SO cool if he'd gotten it. like, he could keep it at the shop, and customers would be like "what the hell is that??" and he could be like "*shrug* i think it's a mouse."
tom (evil manager from hell) yelled at ryan today. whenever ryan calls out orders over the microphones, he's like "customers *pause* order 2435 is ready *long pause* at the sandwich counter." or... "guess what customers! order 3264 is ready *long pause* at the sandwich counter..." or, my favorite (after having called the same number multiple tiems.... "customers, order 1632 is STILL at the sandwich counter, and getting cold." yeaaah, so apparently tom was sitting over on the other side of the dining area *writing down* all the things ryan said over the microphone. and he yelled at him for all that, AND said it didnt' sound like he had a "smile in his voice". tom's yelled at me for that lots of times. like, he says i never answer the phone with a smile in my voice. and i'm like "that's because the only time you call is on saturdays during the evening rush, when we're so understaffed that i'm doing five peoples jobs. then the phone rings, and it's not even a customer, it's you, seeing if i say "good evening, you've reached panera bread in the coral ridge mall, this is megan, how can i help you?" RAWR.
anywho, i'm writing a letter to rob (and no nic, it's not that kind of letter). so i'm gonna go finish that. byee.
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