Heroes of the Moment
Okay, so this afternoon, I was working in the Coburn dishroom, and it was just me and Taylor, the high-school student who works weekends.
Last night, we had a big catered event that we had to come back to clean up, and the silverware was washed, but Ms. Lynn, our boss, said that today, we had to make sure that it all got sorted out and run through the dishwasher again.
It was a fairly big job, but it also should be fairly easy. Ms. Lynn had said that she was leaving a note for Taylor to start on it as soon as he got there - I wasn't on the schedule until 12:30 - so he should have it maybe halfway done by the time I got there.
I went in to get lunch before my shift started, and the whole half-hour I was there, Taylor was at one of the tables eating. Now, I know one of the perks of the job is the free meal, but I always try to get there a little early or go to the Lex afterward, otherwise, I'd be on the clock doing effectively nothing for quite a while. I went and put on my work shirt and came back to find that NOTHING had been done to the catering stuff, and the lunch stuff was starting to back up on the line.
I started in on the lunch line while Taylor finally got started on the catering stuff, and then he disappeared for a while. Then he'd show up again, and then he'd disappear for a while. I manned the line for a while, occasionally running to the other end of the dishwasher to unload what had to be run through as some stacks of dishes piled up... then I started alternating between loading and unloading in small chunks, right about the time that the kitchen pans started coming in. Still no sign of Taylor, though I suppose he was making slow progress with the silverware SOMEWHERE.
Just then, Richard came in, still on the clock so he could open the Lex (since Paul and Purity had never been there to open before), and asked me to "boss him around" so we could finish up.
God bless Richard Hart.
Not only did he jump right in and catch the stuff coming off the machine, he also figured out just what to do with it, and while I mopped the kitchen, Richard got the serving floor (still no sign of Taylor until we emptied our mop buckets, and he at least squeegeed the dishroom).
So Richard Hart is the man, making my "Heroes of the Moment" list. Because it's more of a list-of-the-day thing, it's a short list, and he's the only one up there with Rachel Hoyt, who had the brilliant idea to bring a stereo to the catering clean-up last night and a good mix of music to play on it.
Once again, my friends prove to be the coolest people in the world.
Mom called today. I love hearing from home; I love it here, and there's not a whole lot that I actually have all that much time to miss, but I do miss my family.
I'm feeling just a little bit sick... I've got one of those nasty coughs that comes from down in the chest, though - and Mom reminded me to make sure while I was on the phone - I don't have the tell-tale lung rattle of pnuemonia. I'm hoping it's just the flu or something, since I don't feel too bad and I can get over the flu quickly (colds I can live with without even really feeling sick), but since I got off the phone with Mom, I suddenly remembered that one of my friends is in the process of recovering from a nasty bout of bronchitis, so I'm trying not to worry, but hoping he wasn't contagious when I saw him this week.
Mom: If I'm feeling worse after the weekend, I promise I'll go see the nurse.
I'm not too concerned about the fact that I have a friend with mono. The symptoms don't match up, for one, and there's also the fact that there's no logical way I could have contracted it from her, knowing how mono is spread. I don't tend to make a habit of sharing cups.
Apparently, my sister fractured her ankle this week, right before going with our neighbor to his prom. Hopefully, she'll come home feeling all right.
Mimi: You'll have to let me know how you are, since you hadn't told me about your ankle! Text me, after "Desperate Housewives" tomorrow if not sooner. ;-)
Last night, we had a big catered event that we had to come back to clean up, and the silverware was washed, but Ms. Lynn, our boss, said that today, we had to make sure that it all got sorted out and run through the dishwasher again.
It was a fairly big job, but it also should be fairly easy. Ms. Lynn had said that she was leaving a note for Taylor to start on it as soon as he got there - I wasn't on the schedule until 12:30 - so he should have it maybe halfway done by the time I got there.
I went in to get lunch before my shift started, and the whole half-hour I was there, Taylor was at one of the tables eating. Now, I know one of the perks of the job is the free meal, but I always try to get there a little early or go to the Lex afterward, otherwise, I'd be on the clock doing effectively nothing for quite a while. I went and put on my work shirt and came back to find that NOTHING had been done to the catering stuff, and the lunch stuff was starting to back up on the line.
I started in on the lunch line while Taylor finally got started on the catering stuff, and then he disappeared for a while. Then he'd show up again, and then he'd disappear for a while. I manned the line for a while, occasionally running to the other end of the dishwasher to unload what had to be run through as some stacks of dishes piled up... then I started alternating between loading and unloading in small chunks, right about the time that the kitchen pans started coming in. Still no sign of Taylor, though I suppose he was making slow progress with the silverware SOMEWHERE.
Just then, Richard came in, still on the clock so he could open the Lex (since Paul and Purity had never been there to open before), and asked me to "boss him around" so we could finish up.
God bless Richard Hart.
Not only did he jump right in and catch the stuff coming off the machine, he also figured out just what to do with it, and while I mopped the kitchen, Richard got the serving floor (still no sign of Taylor until we emptied our mop buckets, and he at least squeegeed the dishroom).
So Richard Hart is the man, making my "Heroes of the Moment" list. Because it's more of a list-of-the-day thing, it's a short list, and he's the only one up there with Rachel Hoyt, who had the brilliant idea to bring a stereo to the catering clean-up last night and a good mix of music to play on it.
Once again, my friends prove to be the coolest people in the world.
Mom called today. I love hearing from home; I love it here, and there's not a whole lot that I actually have all that much time to miss, but I do miss my family.
I'm feeling just a little bit sick... I've got one of those nasty coughs that comes from down in the chest, though - and Mom reminded me to make sure while I was on the phone - I don't have the tell-tale lung rattle of pnuemonia. I'm hoping it's just the flu or something, since I don't feel too bad and I can get over the flu quickly (colds I can live with without even really feeling sick), but since I got off the phone with Mom, I suddenly remembered that one of my friends is in the process of recovering from a nasty bout of bronchitis, so I'm trying not to worry, but hoping he wasn't contagious when I saw him this week.
Mom: If I'm feeling worse after the weekend, I promise I'll go see the nurse.
I'm not too concerned about the fact that I have a friend with mono. The symptoms don't match up, for one, and there's also the fact that there's no logical way I could have contracted it from her, knowing how mono is spread. I don't tend to make a habit of sharing cups.
Apparently, my sister fractured her ankle this week, right before going with our neighbor to his prom. Hopefully, she'll come home feeling all right.
Mimi: You'll have to let me know how you are, since you hadn't told me about your ankle! Text me, after "Desperate Housewives" tomorrow if not sooner. ;-)
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