Work the day away.

I just knew I was going to get called in. It was inevitable. I was only one for four days this week, as if Mike knows he need to be able to call me in. I don’t know anybody else who gets called in more than me. I’m flattered, in some regard. I have a repoire with all my managers. They know I’m more competent than most. Even to the point where Suzanne asked me to make paninis this morning, even though I’ve done it before. *laughs*

It was actually a lot of fun to do. (Though, those portobello mushrooms are SLIMEY. Ew. No, thank you.) Time passed rather quickly, and before I knew it, Melissa and I had tossed some bagettes in the oven and I was sent on break. Without speaking to a single customer. Rox0r.

They’re lucky I’m responsible. Suzanne didn’t know what I was doing, because she was leaving at 11 AM. Angie didn’t know either, because it wasn’t going to be her shift. I just autonomously covered floor. Better than anybody else, I might add. There’s things that nobody else bothers to do. I’m mostly thinking about prebussing. Keeping tables clean is something I know people are lazy about.

*yawns*

Despite my DM being around, I was able to remain pretty perky.

I was fine until 3 PM when I was asked to go cover bakery. I’m Panera’s wench. *laughs* It’s not that Jenny was slacking she just. I’m anal-retentive about how I want my bakery to be. Cleaning and consolidation issues aside, I was pissed at her for not touching the pan-up sheet. Whatever. I wasn’t in bakery at all today. Not my responsibility.

I stayed simply because I couldn’t leave Becky by herself. I’m just like that. I waited until my GM told Bob to let me go. That was sometime after 4:30. I clocked in at 7:15 AM (after being called at 6:54 AM). When I clocked out I noticed I didn’t clock in after break. Ugh. Thankfully, that’s easy to fix.

Melissa was nice enough to wait for me and give me a ride home. We talked in her car for maybe an hour. I was kissy-kissy with her for a few minutes, then she split.

She’s still on/off with her ex. Funny how I deal with being a side dish. *shrugs* It’s something.

Van’s still in the shop. Maybe I’ll finish my laundry today. Unless Erik decides to find me, I won’t be going anywhere.