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: (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: (doom)
Today I wish to expression something.

Madness, yes sheer madness, partially at myself for getting flustered at the start of the summer rush, but also at my new salad/app coworker.

Yeah, you're cute, I'll give you that, but despite your previous experience at Dairy Queen, I do have to ask where your common sense IS.

Remember that section of our top-cooler I called the pizza station? And how all those veggies I had you cut up were PIZZA toppings? That's right, good. So. Dear coworker with bad taste in hip hop, why did you think you were being clever when you put all those veggies in the LOWER mini-fridge shelves?

Or how about those five times I had to tell you to stop adding flour to the pizza dough when we were rolling it out? Even ZEKE the head chef came up and gave you a lecture and demonstration. And I still had to re-knead and fix the balls of pizza dough you made after that. >m< At least you were wise in your selection of where to put the spare trays of dough, you were very quick to pick up on the metal tray going on the bottom shelves in the walk-in. Good job.

Also? Your hands are covered in warts. This is important, and tomorrow for banquet? Just wear the same pair of gloves, and use the sani bucket on them frequently, instead of going through 10 pairs in 7 hours. And keep wearing gloves after you get the warts burnt off, just incase.

I'll give you that today was your first day working salad, and last week was your first time working a banquet, but please, I'm hoping next week when I start training you again, you'll remember everything I showed you tonight.

*starts making plans for top cooler management and lower cooler organization*

We'll also find out who has been throwing out our lil ramikins, because we should not be down to a dozen, since at the end of last summer we had over 60 of those.

Important things to do tomorrow: Get lots of spoons at the station, and cut up veggies for farmer's market platter and restock everything for the salads.

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