Eh, it’s work.

So, like many others, I was successfully RickRoll`D by xckd. Unfortunately, the complete whiteness of the song has grown on me. And those corny 80’s beats. And the bad dancing. This is a song that shouldn’t be on my WinAmp playlist. BUT I CAN NOT RESIST. I MUST SING IT.

Employment has been employment. I’ve noticed I don’t write about it much. I suppose it’s in part embarassment from how frequently I wrote about Panera-related things. Yet, I’m kind of glad I wrote out so many incidents.

I recall staying an extra half hour on Thursday because Travis would have been eaten in drive-thru. I’m like that. Oh, reminds me. Sam was screwing with the registers on Friday, and in an effort to fix a problem he created, the register believed it was the year 2017. It was rather entertaining. Also, my clock-out slip said I did 31 hours on that day. Ha ha. I checked my hours Saturday morning, and they were right.

Let’s see. I got really cranky on Saturday. It felt like all the idiots came out. That, and there were a LOT of drink-heavy orders. I was also getting annoyed at customers who don’t know how to order. Though, a lot of those problems will be solved when we get the new registers. Way to order two #7’s, chicken quesadillas, with one taco crunchy, one taco soft, telling me the drinks, and then telling me you want no jalapeño sauce on it. I believe that was the order I cursed rather loudly. Of course, I had the mic turned off. Ha ha. Got that out of my system and moved on. I didn’t bother punching that in, I just told Xiomara.

Or the guy that realized at the window that he didn’t want a cheesy beefy melt, but a meximelt. If you knew that, why didn’t you say something when I repeated the order? Jackass. Thankfully, they got the meximelt fast.

Sam was rather amused and joked, “I better get that boy on break!”

I let these things go. Hrm. That’s right, I don’t write about work because I don’t really think about it. Ha ha.

We had a snowstorm today, so it was fun today. I was mostly on line, but took all the front orders. It was fun taking an order and then immediately making it myself.

OH.

Loralei came in with her mom. Now I can say that I stuffed her taco. If she hadn’t caught me off-guard, I would have made her something special.

Oh. Creations.

I think it was Friday that I decided to try making Gordita Pie. Basically a flat gordita crunch, minus lettuce. Two gordita shells, three cheese, steamed. Then put a flat corn shell on top, add enough beef to cover, and toss some baja sauce somewhere. Put it all together, cut it in four, and it’s tasty. It’ll never be an item, because man, that prep time would make us want to stab you.

Ashton and I got to talking about how people request double decker tacos with nacho cheese instead of beans. Can’t blame them, I think the beans are a little gross. I was trying out the sauces, and I liked the chipotle sauce. So (in addition to the food I brought with me), I made a double decker taco with nacho cheese between the shells, and some chipotle sauce. It tasted really good. The nacho cheese goes well with the sauce. Noted.

I was apparently really funny tonight. I’m not a stand-up comic. But sometimes, I can be witty. Only sometimes. Webby was checking out a guy’s vest, which got us talking about gay fashion sense. He said that if you want to know what to wear, ask a gay guy. I said to him,

“Uh, Webby, I don’t really want you picking out my pants.”

I got a laugh out of my GM.

Mood has hit a speedbump, I’ll be fine in the morning. I think I’m just wishing Victoria would pay more attention to me. Which sounds silly in my own head. I think in the past I would have just numbed it out, because I thought it was silly. I feel calmer knowing I can validate my own emotions.

Loralei didn’t realize that our school has a gym. :: smirks :: I’ll have to point it out to her. It’s pretty stripped down and not of much use to me. Well, in part because I feel safer showering at the Y. Seriously. Well, that aside, there’s enough equipment for her to haul ass. I’m always hesistant to give exercise-related advice, because it’s kind of my thing. I wank to it. Furiously. Until my penis is entirely raw. Ow.

My basic strategy with people is to have them recognize what they like to do. I lift because I like it. As I told her, strength training is pretty fun. Lift heavy, long rest periods, and eat. Contrast that with fat loss training, which involves short rest periods and being hungry. Which sounds like more fun? Really now.

Of course, everything else being equal, some exercise is better than no exercise.

I don’t really have anybody to talk to about exercise-related things, except for some internet communities that I frequent, so if I could have somebody share in my joy of moving inanimate objects, it sure would be nice.

It feels like I’m staying up “late”, but it’s not even midnight yet. I’m glad I’ve been getting to bed earlier. I suppose I’ll cut myself some slack tonight. I’ll have time tomorrow. I’ll hit the gym whenever I get up. I’ll have time. I’ll notecard for my chem exam on Tuesday. It’s far less material than A&P, I know I can tear through it in a few hours. No problem. I’ll hit up Gaming club, no problem. Yes. I’m already excited about lifting tomorrow morning. Mmmm, I love moving heavy inanimate objects.

I need to lotion up my knuckles. They’re getting dry!

Oh right. Sleep. Right. I think I’ll go kill a Thicket of Men™ and then turn in.