Third Day at Taco Bell.

I’ve… adapted. Time goes slow at first, it’s picking up now. I’ve got most of the menu down, and I’m adapting to how to punch in things on register. I’ve noticed how you save absolutely no money for combos. Seriously. Okay, maybe some, but if you do a grande meal for all hard tacos, it’s the same exact price. You only save a few cents if you get soft tacos. Er.

I talked a lot about Panera when I was working there, and rightfully so. Before I started working at Taco Bell, I decided two things. One: I wouldn’t bitch about a job I hated. Okay, this is just because Liz bitches too much. If I don’t like it that much, I should quit. Two: I wouldn’t post heavily about it. I just don’t want it to be something on my mind a lot. I want to punch the clock.

The dead times are a little deader. There seems to be less to do. And I get paid more. I’m not arguing. Panera, there was always something to do. If I openned at 5 AM and worked until 2 PM, I wouldn’t stop moving for nine hours straight.

A cute female walked in. I will fully admit to checking her out. She then asked for an application. A zillion things went through my head, to the point where I actually had to tell my brain to shut up for a few seconds. I recalled how yesterday I was thinking about Melissa. Feel free to connect the dots. It was a few minutes before lunch rush, so Stacy (my GM) had me take her application and tell her she’d call her tomorrow to set up an appointment. I dropped it in the office and took a moment to glance at her name and previous jobs. I saw Patricia as her name, she indicated that she was a walk-in and she’ll do anything. She said to Stacy that she can work anytime. I saw that she lives off Sussex Turnpike in Randolph. That’s near here. On the previous jobs, I think I saw Florida. I said I glanced, I didn’t sit down and study it.

Sam (assistant GM) asked if I could work tomorrow. I agreed to come in 11-6. Fine with me, for now. Get some experience in, get some money. I have to call Becki and let her know I’m free to gym with her at 7. I tend to have no energy after being on my feet for 8 hours (I know it’ll be 7 tomorrow, shh), so I’ll probably get up in the morning and lift.