I had a really funny joke... but auto correct ruined the lunchtime.
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About the homeowner I am going to meet for ten. He sound like a real pain in the ass on the phone and I am not in the mood
Quote from: renaeden on May 06, 2011, 05:24:12 AMSo did someone else say where to put the stuff?I remember when I worked for a place for nearly ten years I still got unsure of where stuff should go. Supervisor used to change his mind a lot about that sort of thing. Yes, after a couple of seconds my boss came over and directed the drivers. Neither she nor the other cook could understand my freezing up like that. I couldn't quite understand it myself, as the whole thing looked odd in retrospect. I just wasn't expecting that break in routine, I suppose.
So did someone else say where to put the stuff?I remember when I worked for a place for nearly ten years I still got unsure of where stuff should go. Supervisor used to change his mind a lot about that sort of thing.
I think I may be a bit spazzier than I thought. We had new drivers deliver our big order of supplies to the kitchen yesterday, and when they asked where to put the frozen stuff, refrigerated stuff, etc., I couldn't answer. I've been at this job for almost 23 years and I know where things go, but all I could think was "Why are you asking me?" I guess I thought if I told them the general area and they piled the boxes a few inches to the left or right of the "correct" or "usual" spot, I would then be "wrong" for having misdirected them. And the whole operation got on my nerves. We used to have one calm driver who just wheeled the stuff in and left it. This time we had THREE drivers, at least one of them speaking in a Southern accent I couldn't decipher, and they were just too loud, too numerous and too much in the way. I got agitated and cranky. So anyway, it was kind of a morning!
I'm the spaz who can't remember their own number.
Quote from: couldbecousin on May 06, 2011, 05:14:38 AM I think I may be a bit spazzier than I thought. We had new drivers deliver our big order of supplies to the kitchen yesterday, and when they asked where to put the frozen stuff, refrigerated stuff, etc., I couldn't answer. I've been at this job for almost 23 years and I know where things go, but all I could think was "Why are you asking me?" I guess I thought if I told them the general area and they piled the boxes a few inches to the left or right of the "correct" or "usual" spot, I would then be "wrong" for having misdirected them. And the whole operation got on my nerves. We used to have one calm driver who just wheeled the stuff in and left it. This time we had THREE drivers, at least one of them speaking in a Southern accent I couldn't decipher, and they were just too loud, too numerous and too much in the way. I got agitated and cranky. So anyway, it was kind of a morning!I freeze up like that sometimes too. If a cashier asks me for my phone number I completely lock, and look like a complete spazz who can't remember his own number.
