I was at work today, and I got in trouble a few times for doing stuff wrong. It felt even worse that it wasn't my first day, because first day mistakes are honored and forgiven. But this being my third week of work, I put too much chicken in the salad--like, way too much--I carried that huge tomato container all by myself and got my supervisor in trouble, and then top it off, the tomatoes were supposed to go back into the kitchen, but I had left it in the cooler under the counter. Kitchen came out and chastised us. I felt really bad.
And then, my former professor came in to get lunch. That was so awkward. I was helping somebody else, and going rather slowly, so my supervisor could finish what he was doing to help the professor. Isn't that weird though? Especially in college, you can't exactly say hi, because perhaps these people don't remember you. And then they'd be like, "Do I know you?" And then you have to talk to them for longer than you're supposed to, or for longer than you would have, had you not opened your big mouth to say hi. I would say hi to all these people, but Lunch Rush is way too busy to spend any more than 30 sec. on one customer. Sad.
I have been anxiously and obsessively checking my e-mail the past few days. I really want LA Weekly to respond to me! At least tell me I didn't (or really hopefully, I did) get the job! I would so love that experience!
Please please please please please! No more suspense!
And I need to wash my fricking uniform. But I don't have enough clothes to wash.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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