Recap: Ground

Yesterday there were so few people in the DC that we closed early. I got back by 9pm, which was nice. There were so few people that I managed to keep the salad bars relative free of spilt dressing and stray vegetable and YES THAT EVEN MEANS THE SHREDDED CARROTS! Let this day be remembered as the day of victory against shredded carrots. It was a moment of triumph for all salad bar runners (more of a walker, last night, actually) everywhere.

Entire issue with the people who were suppose to replace me this weekend not being able to, either with premotion or food poisoning, but it wasn't my fault and no one yelled at me because the management was reasonable and knew it wasn't my fault, so everything's fine and this replacement shift:
Wednesday 4:30-9:00pm
Is canceled for me. Yay.

Also, Lucy, I'm back partially because I had to work last night and finding a replacement for yourself THREE nights in a row (as seen by my issues with findin people for two nights in a row) is astronomically difficult. Add in the factor that I have a midterm tomorrow and I still have no memorized the classifications and examples of viruses I figured: one extra day at school? I'm gonna need it.

We have a new hairnet rule which states that all people who comes near the food, so long that the cap can't COMPLETELY cover your hair, will need a hair net. Let me mention that guys look really strange in hairnets. On an entirely different topic, apparently guys do make jokes about relationships with their guy friends and possibly having their biologically impossible babies. Either that or it's just the people from work and I need to find a different group to observe.

First-
-Time to play the psychiatrist to a complete stranger. Who's probably in his early forties and is apparently having a very bad day on in a horrible life and randomly started ranting to me while I was wiping down the salad bar with the sanitizer solution. But he smiled before the end of the shift, so it was alright, and he felt bad about the whole thing so when we're ending the night he came by, rinsed out all the dirty towels in the kitchen that I was cleaning, and took them to the dish room for me, which was very good of him.
I saw him as I was leaving. He smiled at me and said, "Take care."
Perhaps this is even a greater accomplishment than the victory against shredded carrots.

I still don't know his name but, right now, I don't think it matters.