So last Monday was ever-so-slightly hectic. I'll break it down into various happenings, just because not one emotion can convey what happened.
First of all, I work for my dad. Which isn't bad in a sense, he's a good manager, but it really cuts into my Doing Nothing Time. Thanksgiving week I'm scheduled to work a 6 day week at a restaurant that mostly caters to old people. And pie enthusiasts. Old enthusiastic pie people. Anyway, I was the only host out of 8 of us to score more than 4 work shifts that week. Joy.
On Monday, I came in at a staggeringly early 6:30 am. I was informed that I wouldn't be using my normal host capacities. Instead, I would be sitting in a corner of the bar, boxing pies to be sold in the following 3 days. I had to box and label approximately 400 pies that had been reserved in an 8 hour shift. I was given the title of Pie Bitch.
Pie Bitch wasn't that bad of a job. Jennifer, another host, had come in at 8 to help people, and I was left alone in my little Pie Bitch corner, boxing pies, listening to music, and not have to deal with a single customer. In this time I had streamlined the pie boxing process and was able to organize the various types of baked treats by its content while listening to Florence and The Machine. It seemed like it would be a good work day, right?
Wrong.
"But Ninmir," you ask. "Why would boxing pies and listening to your MP3 player, not and iPod because you despise Apple products, be so difficult? Not talking to idiot customers would seem like an amazing treat."
Well Ms. Coyne (since you will be the only one reading this... if you ever even get this far), since you asked, I'll tell you. Paper cuts. now, that may not seem to bad, but combine constructing 400 cardboard boxes (the source of said injury), and then proceed to fill them with pies whose tins are covered in grease from the ovens. It was as if someone aimed the backside of little hedgehogs to pierce the skin on my hands. Not fun.
(although hedgehogs' spines aren't that tough. It would probably have been more accurate to say porcupines)
