Recap: Ready

Most of the people were new hires, last night, so even though I was assigned to Bistro, I ended up working in the salad bar since the guy there was slow and had a tendency to disappear without anyone knowing where he went. (When I first got there it took me and another girl fifteen minutes to catch up restocking everything the guy let run out in the salad bars.) Near the end of the shift a guy came up to me and asked for fat-free Italian salad dressing, which means extra trip for me, of course, because I don't know my salad dressings and need to check with the cook. Eventually I got the right thing and took it out and asked him, "Do you want to get some of this dressing first, and then I can put it in [to the salad bar], or do you want to wait a moment until I put it in first?" (Because some people, I've learned, can be very peevish about this sort of thing.)

And the guy looked down at me, being somewhat taller, and put on what I'm learning to recognize as the universal I'm-so-clever guy grin.

"Oh no," he said, "I can put it in. I'm a big boy."

I felt like pointing out that the mess people made at the salad bar was about the same as the mess my little cousin made at the dining table when he was three, but refrained because--well, customer service and all.

Monday is here, and this morning in PE we got around to doing practice strikes (i.e. punches). There is something very fitting about spending your first class on a Monday morning punching things.