Recap: STP

Holding study at 760 torr and around 303.15 K?

Here's my rather long recap of the second half of my New Years, fortelling that this year will be full of new experiences and lots of hard work. The reasons for believing this are as follows:

Having to wait for laundry cut my timeline a bit close, or so I thought, since my shift starts at 17:00 sharp (they're getting strict about time now) and the laundry comes out of the dryer at 16:50 (close). Meanwhile, I've finished everything else I could possibly done at that point and was sitting in front of my computer, going through my emails (thank you very much, Lucy, by the way; and I'm sure Sirius appreciates the thought), when a manager called me (around 16:30) and asked: "Hey, I was wondering if you knew your shift starts at 4 today?"

Naturally, my response was: "... ... ... No."

Upon which the manager inquires, "Oh. Well then, do you think you can come over right now and start working?"

Me, feeling embarressed and vowing to myself to never, ever, leave laundry to Sunday afternoons in this and all my other possibly reincarnated lives, answered. "Um. My work uniform is still in the dryer."

"When does it come out?"

Mortification. Also some distress at the prospect of needing to have this conversation in the first place. "At ...4:50."

Pause. I contemplated my fate as a new worker. "Hold on, let me see if we can have an extra shirt for you." Longer pause. I suddenly wonder why I'll need the work shirt since I work in one of the kitchens on Sunday and because of the new rule, now need to wear a chef coat, but decided not to ask. "You're in luck, there're spare shirts. So can you come over in...ten minutes?"

Me, feeling that I should be dutiful since we're nearly always shorthanded anyway and I don't want to make my coworker's lives harder. "Er. Sure."

Upon which I pulled together my things, considered the fact that there're people still waiting for the laundry machines and therefore I can't just leave my clothes in there, requested my roommate to get my laundry for me at 17'o clock with more acute embarressment (I don't like other people touching my laundry if I can help it), and hurried out where I tried to take the usual shortcut to the dining hall but, of course, Murphy's law and the doors through the building were locked so I went the other way around and arrived to find out that lo and behold, I work, once again, at the salad bar which is the only kitchen with a separate food display area and the helpers are called 'runners' for good reasons and my that was a heck of a run-on. Oh well.

And the cook, who was suppose to tell me what's in what I'm serving and where to get things, was missing for the start of the shift, so I spent some time but eventually managed to get everything together by randomly asking lots of people. And it turned out that I was the only helper that night, so I get to cover all three of the salad bars with our dining place averaging at 1200 people, trying to keep all three bars constantly filled and clean, from 4:30-9:30, including clean up afterwards. Let me mention that I despise shredded carrots. I like carrot sticks. I like carrots. I cannot understand shredded carrots. They also get everywhere (found some up my sleeve later for some odd reason) and are impossible to get off the counter. Tried to figure out when I'm working this week. Failed. Found out I need to complete a few more orientation things before March and need to make appointments for that. Finished the day feeling very tired (feet hurt) but slept very well though.

If the first year of the New Year is truly an indication of how the rest of the year should turn out that means that I'll be cutting a lot of deadlines, feeling confused 90% of the time (which, though I must admit, seemed to be the majority of my life anyway, despite of beliefs to the contrary), giving directions and information to people that I've barely memorized (again, familiar, awfully), and ending up feeling dead-tired but knowing that I've managed to pull it off. And I won't have any trouble sleeping afterwards.

That's not so bad.

And yes, told ya it's a long post.