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You know, sometimes it's just better to keep your mouth shut.

Mario Batali is coming to Flyleaf to do a cookbook signing next month.  I'm beyond excited.  I used to watch Molto Mario with Granma (she once confided that she laiked him better than Emeril, using a whispered tone like she was cheating on Mr. Bam!  It was adorable), so this is going to be bittersweet.  Since there is going to be a meet and greet, I'm hoping to get a picture snapped of the two of us to put on her shrine.  I think she's get a kick out of this.

So, yeah...this is kind of a big deal to me.  I mentioned I'll be saving my tip money for the ticket ($48 and it includes the event, the cookbook, AND food afterwards!  Okay, it's a tad pricey for what I would normally spend on myself, but I've made 2/3s that in tips in the last two days), and someone on FB mentioned the tip-skimming scandal from 6 years ago.

Yes, I remember it.  Yes, it was wrong.  I've worked places with sketchy tip practices in the past, and it is an unfortunate part of the biz.  And while I don't condone it, why bring that up when you haven't had anything to say about anything I've written in the months since we got back into each others' lives?  Why this?

I am biting my tongue, because I really want to tell her she's behaving like our mutual ex, and treating me like I'm clueless and raining on my parade.  Is that the sort of multitasking I really want in my life?

And if you have NEVER worked in the biz, do not presume to tell me what is going on in it.  Food service isn't just my job.  It's my LIFE.  It's the lifeblood of this household.  Big Boss saves the trade magazines for me to read on my days off (I stunned Big Big Boss one time when I asked him if he'd seen that McAlister's had moved up two spots in fast casual rankings in one of the trades).  I may be a wee bit obsessed.

So back off, hush, and let me enjoy this.  Jeez.

Speaking of numbers, the ones for this period are in and WE'RE # 1!!!!!  We had the overall highest customer satifaction rating out of the 30 stores in our district (and we're District 12.  Yeah, really).  And we're the smallest store.  Big Boss has been doing openings in bigger areas, and keeps coming back with the fact that we actually bother to get to know our customers.  The bigger stores seem to be more concerned with speed of service.  She beats it into our heads to learn names.  Obviously, this works.

We're also 15th in sales, yet 3rd in catering.  I guess I need to quit cursing the vice chancellors office under my breath when they call.

Hey, I curse them, BoH curses me.  "Hey, y'all...I need someone to do a c---"

"No!  We're all out of catering!"  "Our catering is busted!  Won't be fixed until the 12th of never!"

(Can't blame them.  We had a make your own stuffed spud bar go out tonight.  For 300.  I spent what downtime I had today in back, wrapping potatoes in foil and chopping bacon and green onions.  The cool thing is that we don't use the whites, so I got to take them home with me.  I'm going to see how well charred green onions do in a pickling solution.  Could be good.  Could be toxic.  We'll see)

We have two new BoH members, both women.  One was hired in, and one convinced Manager Tightpants to let her train.  I'm curious to see how this is going to shift the balance of power in the store, and between FoH and BoH.

A few months ago, I would have been angry that I wasn't at least offered the option. But I think I've finally realized where my true strengths lie in a corporate setting, and that's out front.  And I like it.  I like people.  Except when I don't.  But if I can be trusted to handled fifty-five fifth graders on a field trip, I must be doing something right.

Besides, when I cook for family and friends, I don't have to follow someone's rulebook.

(But I still want my own food truck)

In other news, I got one of those "gee, you spend so much money here and put up with our spam, we might as well give you something" rewards from Harris Teeter:  $15 off my next purchase of $50 or more.  And that is $50 AFTER coupons.

I doubt that they know what kind of demon they have unleashed.  Yes, I have already gone through my coupons, checked the pantry, fridge, and freezer, and am now cross-checking it with the sale flyer.

In case of the Zombie Apocaplypse, head towards Chapel Hill.

Or, if not ZA, the hurricane.  In the time it took me to write this, I had to explain to my mother AND my MiL that we are nowhere near the coast.  As one of my regulars (who is a local meterologist) said "Unless we get a storm surge of about 5000 feet, I think we'll be okay."

This is not to belittle what is going on (my heart breaks for Jim and the fact he can't contact his friends in Haiti).  But the annual "No, mom...we're not on the coast.  And we're not in the mountains, either."  has officially started.  Yippee.  This season lasts until late April.

Doesn't matter, though.  Tomorrow is my day off, and I am ignoring EVERYTHING.  I have to get up at ogodsthirty and send Kent off to work.  Then I can go back to sleep, wake up at my leisure, and start on more Yarn Fairy stuff.  With the windows open (is Fall really here?) and the opera playing and tea.  Lots and lots of tea.

Okay, and maybe an episode of truly tragic reality television.  I'm human, after all.

Comments

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praxedes_osaka
Oct. 5th, 2016 11:55 pm (UTC)
I have been spending the past three days thanking the stars above that I'm out of Virginia Beach and then immediately wondering if my aunt and uncle have gotten back to the Keys okay from Charleston, SC or if they evacuated with the in-laws. DX And *then* I spend twenty minutes swearing at the people on the news who didn't do their hurricane prep at the beginning of the summer when hurricane season starts.

But I'm in winter pantry building mode right now myself. If it gets icy, we are literally stranded on the mountain. I've been in Beast Mode coupon mode lately, lots of canned foods and things that will heat on top of a kerosene heater or over an open fire.

Oh, and I'm in yarn-stashing mode too. I need something to keep me entertained if I get snowed in. XD
mac_arthur_park
Oct. 7th, 2016 01:52 pm (UTC)
You sound exactly like me back when I lived in Konnarock. My ex and I lived in a cabin in the mountains, and we would routinely get snowed in and lose power for a week or more. I became the *queen* of cooking on a propane grill.
kat1031
Oct. 6th, 2016 12:10 am (UTC)
I miss the restaurant industry so much some times. It's frustrating, but gods it can be so much fun. I also miss the people. Some of my best friends are people I worked with.
kickthehobbit
Oct. 6th, 2016 01:15 am (UTC)
I saw that comment and wanted to leave an "um."

I didn't, tho, because you handled it just fine. :)
mac_arthur_park
Oct. 7th, 2016 01:54 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I was really hurt by it. She didn't used to be like that.
communitybee
Oct. 6th, 2016 09:30 am (UTC)
Enjoy your day off!!!

I still have a little bit of my heart in The Biz and even with the government and polticing, skillz I learned in The Biz are there...
davesmusictank
Oct. 6th, 2016 10:36 am (UTC)
Well after all that hope you have a great day off. You deserve it.
mac_arthur_park
Oct. 7th, 2016 01:55 pm (UTC)
Heh. No such luck. Kent got cut early and was home by 10. I love my husband, but I almost cried.

I need a day off to myself, or I'm going to go bonkers.
weebleswobble
Oct. 6th, 2016 09:21 pm (UTC)
Won't be fixed until the 12th of never!
i must remember this line. its fabulous.

good luck with your ticket savings and i hope you have a wonderful time and get your photo.
wherdafux_d_cat
Oct. 6th, 2016 09:44 pm (UTC)
Enjoy the heck out of the Mario signing and ignore the dingledork on FB. It's your money, your happiness, your decision.

I don't miss living in hurricane territory. But most of my friends live in the Raleigh-to-Fredericksburg corridor and eastward, plus we still have the house in SEVA, so I'm keeping an eye on things. And yeah, we got those phone calls/emails from family too the first couple of times, heh. Especially with the 'flooded Virginia Beach/Norfolk' stories that always hit the news. Until I pointed out that it's the same general neighborhood every time and the area floods if someone spits out their car window. They calmed down a lot once they had a framework to put the hype into perspective. :D
nucleosides
Oct. 7th, 2016 01:06 am (UTC)

Amen to the first line of this.

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