crazyfurries: (real life)
Got awoken by a ginger fluffball cat insisting that it was playtime an hour before my alarm was due to go off. His preferred manner of insistance was nipping at my nose and purring that fluffy head off while not actually standing on me.

On the shortcut to work I spotted a snapping turtle basking in the middle of one of the country back-roads. It's that time of the year when the reptilian population takes heavy hits as members join the ranks of roadkill and I do actually kind of like the buggers. Even if they're ugly as hell, they're still part of the local ecosystem. So he (or she, I couldn't really tell) was gently nudged, flipped and pushed out of the road and back into the marsh to prevent their skulls from experiencing tire-crush. For what ever a snapping turtle being angry enough to try to projectile piss at you while you are trying to save it from a grim demise is worth, karmically speaking.

At work, it was back to the hand-crank method as the new motor was starting to choke at me the other day. And the pasta rollers all need some serious maitenence to get their gears back into place. Mean time, apparently I have become something of a source of entertainment and education for my co-workers. The former comes from the fact that I will sing along to whatever I'm listening to on my headphones while cranking out pasta. In regards to the latter...

I think I made the sauce-chef's day when I started cursing out the malfunctioning pasta machine in various methods, including the Finnish, Pennsylvanian Dutch and Shakespearean methods. What followed could only be described as him getting his mind blown as I informed him about some of the The Bard's more.... X-rated plays.

Also, I got to listen to all of my Tales of the Red Panda: The Crime Cabal audiobook while cranking my right arm off today.

Sometimes, it's nice where I work.

Time to enjoy my chicken soup and a cider now.
crazyfurries: (doom)
...how the merry red-assed FUCK did we sell 55 orders of ravioli this weekend???

I don't think I laced them with anything addictive when I made them...
crazyfurries: (erba?)
Today's pasta count

66 orders of ravioli

55 orders of angel hair pasta

45 orders of fettucini.

Grand total of 9 hours, and goddamn I've got to get on breads next week. I pray and hope that the ravioli isn't too popular in the next week or I will be fucked for pre-musecon Prep.

Thanks to this, I do not have enough energy to actually converse with anyone online tonight, meaning the threads I should be tagging into won't get anything, possibly until sunday night. (9 hours hand-crnaking pasta will do it)
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (Default)
Because today's work was nothing but pasta. Roughly 210 orders of pasta, ravioli, angel hair and fettucini combined.

I'mma have a cuppa noodles since right now that's all my stomach will likely take, and a hot bath.

Well poo.

May. 24th, 2011 10:22 pm
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (cussing)
So, my brother was over playing for a european football league in Austria. Keyword. Was. See he's not going to get paid now. The team had a contract that was mostly about them helping set up and take down concert equipment when there weren't any games on. Cashyano.

Except that contract has fallen through for the team.

And Martin's over there, trying to get hoops jumped to transfer to another team in a different country with a Visa but gods only know if that'll work.

So he might be flying back home and here as early as next week.

This sucks for him, because he is not getting paid and I have no doubt that when he gets home he will be in a seriously foul mood.

Which means cleaning. On top of the yardwork and the 12hr shift job about to start.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

I might not have much free time this week.
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (^_^)
Scene: Mostly empty restaurant, head cook(Zeke), bartender(Potts), line cook(Evan), waitress(Tara), pasta chef(myself) and two customers at the bar, mother and daughter, seated at the bar and talking over drinks.

Mothercustomer: "It's amazing how much you guys know about this area, are you all local?"

Zeke(headchef): "Fuck no, almost all of us are from out of the area. I'm from Iowa. Evan, he's from Milwaukee, Potts here is from Chicago, and Marusia over there is from Mars."

Me: "Oi!"

Zeke: "Okay, that's a lie, we don't know where the fuck she's from."

Me: "That's better. Mars. Honestly."

Tara, privately sometime later: "...how far away do you live?"

Me:"About ten miles away. Lived in this area most of my life."

Zeke: "You're still an odd one. Hell, I'm not even sure you're human."

Me:"I thank you for your compliment." :D

Zeke: "Seriously, someday people're going to study you and finally name your genus, or shit, probably name you an entirely new species."

Me: "They'll be going what the fuck, this chick has got ancient viking bits in her, how the fuck did that get in there. And what is the rest of this stuff??"

Zeke: "Exactly."
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (cussing)
Razzumfrazzum...

So, my day off tomorrow for mailing things is cancelled since SOME BRILLIANT ZOMBIE (Rich) threw out 5 trays(25 servings) of ravioli because the freezer they were in had it's usually every-3-weeks hiccup because PEOPLE KEEP OPENING IT.

It'll be a tiny batch, nothing more than 15 servings, but still, I made enough ravioli 2 weeks ago to carry us into the menu change.
crazyfurries: (doom)
Dear body,

Yeh I know we woke up feeling like crap, and we still went to work anyway. At least we got more stuff done so it won't be as BAD tomorrow. You know We're going to end up working with Captain GiantDouche tomorrow afternoon, and for the next two days after that. If we manage to get through all of the next 2-3 days, we'll get to sleep then sweetie.

We can't strangle him this year either, however he got hired, he's still the only worker who shows up on time, despite how lazy an ass he is.

Love Me.

PS: I made us that curry stew we love for dinner tonight, i'll pick up some raisins to toss into it tonight to finish it off.
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (Default)
13 hour shift inna kitchen with no AC.

On four hours of sleep.

I'mma just go nap now, but this update was brought to you by the fact that I realized I had to let out a station signal before I disappeared.
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (harvesters)
I have new rant fodder for a new Newt's-eye View letter.

...for those who missed them the first time around...

One, two, three, and four

All were comics done for the old harvesters comm. Which is dead but the comics are still funny.

I think it'll go something like this

Dear Spazmom,

I understand that you've been waiting for your food.

It's taken a while to get done I'll grant you that but first several things that you need to take into account before you start screaming at the staff about how you've been waiting an hour for your food and alllll your little kids are screaming and hungry.

One: You were the last group to arrive after all other 10 tables at the tiki area filled up, each with 6 people to a table roughly. Your waitress told you it was going to be a while.

Two: You do NOT come into the kitchen to scream at the staff, or to scream at the waitstaff who are only trying to get everything done.

Three: I saw your kids, who were REMARKABLY more well behaved than you, and not screaming. they may have been fussing and anxious to explore the area but certainly not throwing tantrums or starving.

Four, and I think this is the most important one... LOOK AT THE CLOCK YOU GODDAMN BINT. You sat down at 12:10 pm. You food got to you at 12:35.

We have photographic proof and the tickets with timestubs for evidence.

Please.

Shut up, take your food, pay the bill, and leave us over-worked cooks out of your little PMS routine.

---A Baking Gypsy

Several comments from my coworkers.

On her four kids "It's not my damn fault she can't keep her legs closed."

On her Attitiude "Lady, I don't know what form of crazy you have but keep the hell away from me, it might be contageous."

On her time-sense. "...Who wants to take bets that this lady's on the good mommy's little helper?"
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (cussing)
Okay. Coworker who doesn't know that i want to drop the conversation about having children.

IS RANT TIEM NAO.
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (experimental cooking)
A sign that I have been rolling out way too many ravioli for work every week when my waking thought is that 'oh that was a nice dream about a new filling for the ravioli'.

For those who don't know, I roll out an average of about 60 orders a week.
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (experimental cooking)
the first use of the kitchen bitchin' tag, for future use, it's a reference to what sort of exercise I've gained in the kitchen on a given day.

today's efforts: 72 muffins, 3 3x4 foot sheet trays of lemon kringle, and 39 orders of homemade ravioli rolled (one order is eight pieces.)

the ravioli took 7 hours with the hand crank pasta roller.

I think my right arm will start it's lawsuit sometime soon.

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