No. I am not talking about my husband (HA!!!)
TGIF. I don't really feel that way anymore, Friday's are now my long day, where I either work a split shift, or just straight through, 12 hours. Either way it makes for a long, and not so thankful Friday. Regardless of all that.
Tonight we did not get very busy. Were not taking many delivery orders due to the snow, and not many people want to venture out I suppose, to go and eat pizza. I did however get 2 tables almost at one time this evening. First table and elderly couple. Second, a woman, with her mother and 2 small children. I took the order for the older couple "Large thin, DOUBLE peperoni, and make sure the peperoni's are ON TOP of the cheese, not under... I am not sure how you make your pizza, but I want the peperoni on top." I assured them the peperoni would be on top, and then asked if I could get them anything else tonight. "Yes, you can tell that woman over there, to get her little BOOGER MONGER to get his hands out of the food!!!" The old man says to me. At first I did not understand what he even meant, what IS a booger monger? I look over, and I see her little boy, at the salad bar, using TONGS I might add, to get himself something, without his mother.
I did not feel the need, to go to the mother and tell her anything. This is her child and I did not see his fingers in anything at all... So into the kitchen I went to make sure no cheese covered the peperoni. I hear the old lady hissing something to the little boy at one point, and when I went to the woman with the kids table latert, the mother told me "That old lady needs to mind her own business" I felt very caught in the middle of things.
Once the old man and his wife got the pizza, which they seemed happy with, due to precise placement of peperoni.... They did seem to get a little less annoyed with the world around them. Maybe their blood sugar was low? Regardless, I got 3 dollars as my tip, so I must have done something right :)
Then the lady with the mom and the kids started chatting with me, after all we were the only ones in the place. Why not? She was telling me she had lap band surgery and could not even eat but one slice of pizza... although she'd just finished off a giant plate of salad before that slice, so I am thinking even I, non lap band would have been full. She then felt the need to tell me that she had to "Use the bathroom" after eating just that one slice, because she had overeaten, and that, was something that sometimes happens. Um. Wow. Thanks!
So here it is. 11 o'clock at night. 12 hours until I get to go back to work again. I am already mourning my lost weekend... Is it Monday yet? I need another snow day! Oh and the tires flat. Yeah... Out in the garage Tim kept hearing a funny sound called me out there to figure it out. Air, escaping from a tire, that is what I found the sound to be. So the "extra" money I worked this weekend to earn... Will be buying tires.
Gotta love the way life works! :)
TGIF. I don't really feel that way anymore, Friday's are now my long day, where I either work a split shift, or just straight through, 12 hours. Either way it makes for a long, and not so thankful Friday. Regardless of all that.
Tonight we did not get very busy. Were not taking many delivery orders due to the snow, and not many people want to venture out I suppose, to go and eat pizza. I did however get 2 tables almost at one time this evening. First table and elderly couple. Second, a woman, with her mother and 2 small children. I took the order for the older couple "Large thin, DOUBLE peperoni, and make sure the peperoni's are ON TOP of the cheese, not under... I am not sure how you make your pizza, but I want the peperoni on top." I assured them the peperoni would be on top, and then asked if I could get them anything else tonight. "Yes, you can tell that woman over there, to get her little BOOGER MONGER to get his hands out of the food!!!" The old man says to me. At first I did not understand what he even meant, what IS a booger monger? I look over, and I see her little boy, at the salad bar, using TONGS I might add, to get himself something, without his mother.
I did not feel the need, to go to the mother and tell her anything. This is her child and I did not see his fingers in anything at all... So into the kitchen I went to make sure no cheese covered the peperoni. I hear the old lady hissing something to the little boy at one point, and when I went to the woman with the kids table latert, the mother told me "That old lady needs to mind her own business" I felt very caught in the middle of things.
Once the old man and his wife got the pizza, which they seemed happy with, due to precise placement of peperoni.... They did seem to get a little less annoyed with the world around them. Maybe their blood sugar was low? Regardless, I got 3 dollars as my tip, so I must have done something right :)
Then the lady with the mom and the kids started chatting with me, after all we were the only ones in the place. Why not? She was telling me she had lap band surgery and could not even eat but one slice of pizza... although she'd just finished off a giant plate of salad before that slice, so I am thinking even I, non lap band would have been full. She then felt the need to tell me that she had to "Use the bathroom" after eating just that one slice, because she had overeaten, and that, was something that sometimes happens. Um. Wow. Thanks!
So here it is. 11 o'clock at night. 12 hours until I get to go back to work again. I am already mourning my lost weekend... Is it Monday yet? I need another snow day! Oh and the tires flat. Yeah... Out in the garage Tim kept hearing a funny sound called me out there to figure it out. Air, escaping from a tire, that is what I found the sound to be. So the "extra" money I worked this weekend to earn... Will be buying tires.
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