Mental Notes for 8-26-7

I was very close to ringing a drive-thru order, making it, and serving it myself. There were those few times at Panera when someone would order a sandwich early, and all the line people will still be in back prepping, so I’d just make the food myself. Things like that amuse me.

I am everywhere. Which is what I tend to do. Do I slack towards the end of my shift? Of course. I’m not that anal-retentive anymore. I have an eye for things that need to be done. I stock shit, I change trashes, I drop chalupas. And, more importantly, I help other people when need be. Whenever there are orders, I always eye drive-thru to see if drinks need to be made, or cash needs to be taken. Somehow, Trisha was on line by herself, so naturally I donned some gloves and helped her.

No glove, no love.

As with Panera, I’ve always hated being asked to “run through dining room”. I actually run through and clean tables of my own accord without being told. I stock shit, I clean up messes. I change the sodas. Whatever. As I promised myself, I wouldn’t take this job too seriously. In effect, I gave myself permission to slack. Seriously. I haul ass enough, I deserve some fucking slacktime.

Next week will be the last bunch of 11-7’s before I start coming in later on Thursday, due to having a class. I .. have days off. And I won’t even be lifting. I have three complete days off. What the hell am I going to do with myself? Buy some socks. Oh yes. Two packs of ten pairs, and I’m SET. I just want to go down there myself and ensure they’re true TUBE socks.

I’m not particularly horny, but I am rather randy. I want to caress a furry mons.

I need to take Cliff to see Superbad before he goes back to the dorm. He needs to see that movie.

I’m naked and upwardly tuggified. I’ll go sleep now.