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The boys are sick and I don't want much to do with them so I'm here at the computer. I should be finishing up on a paper and starting a new one, but alas.

I don't even have much to talk about. I'll talk about work.

Last night was a tremendous amount of food frying. It was incredible. Normally a busy night is a consecutive run on pizzas, phone calls, and ring outs, but last night my ass was on the fryer for an outrageous amount of time. None of us could believe it. Thing about it was that if Britni kept her night shift instead of trading with Tim, she would have been that girl. Tim did the standing and joking around that would have been me. Oh well. He works six days a week there so he deserved the break. He was in a good mood for a change anyhow, so it was dandy. He can get irritated at people pretty easily, handing the phone off to my boss or literally dropping it. But not last night. I told him my getting mad at people days are over. Now I just get mad at the food my boss keeps adding to the menu. What the hell is a chicken fry anyway?

Tim getting upset at customers I completely understand. A couple weeks ago I had a lady on the phone who placed her order three times to me, didn't pause to breath, and kept me on the phone for five minutes for a simple salad and pizza. I remember it had mushrooms. She also put me on hold for another call. I couldn't wait to meet her upon pick-up. She was not fat like I thought she'd be, but she continued to ramble to herself, which gave me the chance to cross my arms, lean back, and smile. What a piece of work.

Other people call and after "hello" ask their family or party what they all want. Again, a moment to rest my rump against the counter and watch t.v. while they figure it out.

I'm a little bugged that Chris said Britni was territorial so he'd rather work with me. Britni is cool with everyone and stuck up for Chris when I almost told the boss that he closes up too early. The grain of salt is that these college kids rumble things up and then leave, so I should just keep my mouth shut to everybody. It just all makes me wonder what little I might have said has been repeated, such as my telling Britni that Chris is, oh, I don't even know what I said. Moody? And wondering what my coworkers think about me, not because I care but because I'm interested how I am perceived in one word. You know, always looking to improve.

A different frumpy old guy than 'pizza pockets'--pants up high, Indians fan, never married, into kiddie porn and orthopedic velcro shoes--told me in front of my male coworkers that I was a good-looking lady. I thanked him without blushing. And Chris told Mike that a customer just paid him a compliment and why doesn't he acknowledge it. Tim had to look if I was blushing. I said I would have been if the guy was hot. Funny thing is my boss just got done telling me the guy was gay. Well, it's not funny, but it puts the period at the end of this post.



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