Well…it’s Monday. I keep getting more and more things to do on Monday, at DQ, that is. I get thre at 8:00 am to sort out the weekend’s finances (because we have some employees there that, if compared to a box of rocks, the rocks would have more sense). So that takes about 45 minutes, if I’m lucky. Then I set up the store -a good 15 to 30 minutes depending on whether or not the people on Sunday strained the grease, or broke-down the ice cream machine properly. They didn’t…of course. So an extra 15 minutes…it’s not 9:30. We open at 10 am.
Now, the reason I get there at 8:00 is because I have to count all the food in the store. That takes 30-40 minutes based on interruptions. Today, it took about 40 minutes.
10:10 – now I have to deal with customers for about 10 minutes…mostly coffee drinkers.
10:20 – Tom needs to go to the bank; I watch over the whole store until he returns.
10:30 – I get to do something new – punch in the Inventory on the computer. I didn’t know it, but I have done this before by hand when Deana was here. I got to help Glenda, her assistant, and did it twice as fast as she did. However, I got boxes and cases confused and ended up with about a 200% food cost…it’s ok though, it’s fixable, and not sent to anyone.
Amanda still has little to say to me. But that’s ok, I have little to say to her. Carol, on the other hand, needs to hear a bunch of things from he, however, she gives me the impression when I speak to her, that she does not understand anything coming from my mouth. She just stars at me and grins with her buck-toothed smile, which I find annoying. Zadra, too, needs to hear somethings from me, but every time she comes on shift, I forget what I was going to say. I suppose that is somewhat of a good thing, otherwise I would come across as a jerk. However, when ever I do remember to tell her something, she always butts-in with “oh, you don’t have to worry about that when I’m working” or “when I’m here, it’ll be taken care of.” Now, me, I’m thinking, “if it was taken care of, I wouldn’t be telling you this…”
Anyway, I would keep my brother, Tom, Jackie, myself, and hire Chris F. (one of my brother’s friends). He used to work here, but had to leave because of family problems. But we are supposed to interview him tomorrow; I don’t know if Steve remembers though…he seems to have a problem with keeping a schedule and with time management.
Anyway, I got home and was worn out. Being Head Shift-Leader…not quite manager, is tough. If they would just show me everything else I need to know, and turn me loose with a company car, I would do a lot better.
Well, tonight my mom showed me how to cut up a whole chicken. It was interesting. I thought of it more as skinning and gutting a catfish, but the two are no where near the same.
Since I am home at nights now, and have a TV, I have taken interest in some new shows – new to me at least…Everwood, and (yeah, I know…it’s pathetic) Gilmore Girls. I watch Everwood – mainly for the girl at first, but it is a pretty interesting story line that I can relate to being from a small town, having moved from a much bigger town.
Now, Gilmore Girls…I mainly watch that for informative purposes. I started because the daughter is cute…but it is another insight on a mother-daughter relationship that will help when I get a girlfriend and/or a wife eventually.
Well, I guess that’s all for tonight. Laterz.
- Song in my head: Theme – Pinky and the Brain
- Craving: Rice and Butter
- Mood: prospector/worn-out
- Thought: “Ok…I’m prospecting for girls, but no such luck yet…it could be a while. *sigh* I’m not really, I just don’t have a single thought to put here.”
- Quote: “We could make pencils that taste like bacon, and bacon that tastes like pencils.” – Pinky, ‘Pinky & the Brain’
