Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.


In Lunch Lady Laaaannnnndddd....

Today I wore a hairnet. I am officially a lunchlady.

An ever-so-attractive hairnet. White.

In fact, three quarters of the people who saw me today said... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? and couldn't recognize me. Why? The hairnet.

Oh yeah.

Though it was interesting, it was a hardcore 8 hour shift, my legs are killing me. I'll be back to do it again tomorrow and Sunday (bright and early both days). Monday I'll be the receptionist for my mom, so she can do managerial stuff, and after that...?

Well, after that I may be queen of the kitchen. She who must not be denied (not in a bad way, it's just impossible to turn Swellboss down)cornered me during the dinner rush and asked if I wanted to STAY in the kitchen. Apparently the Human Dynamo (number 2 in charge of the kitchen) may be leaving. I'd be a good fit for the job, but it's a lot of bullshit-dealing-with too. Then again, if I can put up with psychobosses 1 & 2, I could deal with that.

On the other hand, I really, really want that county job.

SWMNBD knows this, but said I could "name my own salary" so I think what I'm going to offer is to work full time as the Human Dynamo-ette, while they put their feelers out for someone who can perhaps fill the Human Dynamo's shoes. If I get the call for the county, I'll take it, but give them enough time to get the other person hired (2 weeks) before I leave. I think that could be a win-win situation. I'd have some steadier money coming in, they'd have someone with a partial brain back there, and I'd be able to fulfil my lifelong dream of working at a job with a hairnet. If only they'd give us paper hats to go with them...

the other perk? A shirt with my name on it. Not just a polo, oh no. A white, uniform shirt, with my name on a patch on the front. HELLS YEAH!

Heh. I'm easily amused.
G'night all.


Blogger Steph said...

i DEMAND to see a pic!!!!

3:24 AM  
Blogger parcequilfaut said...

I have first dibs on the shirt if you don't want it, once it's no longer part of your required uniform!

10:35 AM  
Blogger Memphis Word Nerd said...

Damn it, Parce beat me to it. :-(

I agree with Steph!

12:21 PM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

Hee! Well, I did happen to snag an extra hairnet by mistake this morning, so it could concievably happen. The pictures, that is.

I don't think I get to keep the shirt, though. They're through a uniform service. I'd ask for "Flo" if they did let us keep 'em though. heh.

That said? I Hate the breakfast shift. Not the getting up early, but the straggling in one by one, and bitching if they have to wait a nanosecond for their food. This may improve with time. I don't know. Lets hope the "I feel like I've been beaten with a baseball bat" stuff subsides, because my legs are killing me. Heh.

1:59 PM  

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