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So this weekend was the first weekend back for our resident students. It's also a long weekend because of the Monday holiday, so many students went home. That still didn't renew my faith in my peers, however.
FRIDAY
Chicken of the Sea
We were plating Hawaiian seared polluck, and we also served herb chicken pieces (thighs, wings, etc.). You could tell the difference. Not this dim bulb.
DB: Ooh, chicken. (looking at the fish)
Me: Nope, that's fish. This is chicken. (points at the other pan.
DB: This is chicken? (pointing at the fish again)
Me: No, this is. (point at chicken wing)
DB: That's fish?
Me: *facespatula* Do fish have wings?
DB: Flying fish do...
Me: Do you EAT those?
DB: No...
Me: Then this is CHICKEN.
Sad thing is, I know this girl. She's a senior.
They're the SAME!!!
We're not supposed to randomly hand out food used for plating dishes. If we serve rice on a plated dish, we have another pan going for those who don't want the special. Still doesn't stop them from asking.
It's even worse when they try to tell you that the plated rice is better, even though it's the same stuff.
SATURDAY
Cooking?
We served chicken patty parmesan as our featured item. Needless to say, it flew off the line faster than you could say "Mamma Mia".
But when you try to tell the next batch of students that it will be a while before there's more, they get confused.
SC: Where's the chicken?
Me: We're waiting on some. It should be another 3 minutes or so.
SC: Well, what's taking it so long?
Me: Well, it has to cook.
SC: Cook? What's that?
BACK UP. Did you seriously just ask me that?
Well, to answer the question, it's the awesome black magic we do to your food so it's, you know, HOT when you eat it. Shaboom.
It counters your red mana magic that seems to destroy it. If you haven't caught on by now, we're trying to tap you out.
Closed Means Closed
It nevers fails: fifteen minutes after we close someone pushed their face through the holes in the gate and trys to get us to stop cleaning up so they can eat.
Sorry; we wanna go home. And unless you're an amoeba you're not getting through that gate. I have yet to see someone accomplish that; I'll be sure to put it on Youtube if it happens.
One Way Street
My Saturday boss likes things at an angle while we're working: pans, displays, etc. But doesn't like when WE'RE at an angle, i.e. leaning on a wall to get a load off of our feet.
Gotta play both sides of the table, boss.
SUNDAY
First, let me start by saying Mass. ( and maybe most of New England, for that matter) got even more snow dumped on them this morning. It was at least a foot where I was. Still snowing as I type.
Dude....Where's My Tray?
More like 20+ of them...we think students walked out with them to use as makeshift sleds for the remainder of the weekend until they can get to the Wally World up the street. We don't know if we'll ever see them again.
Durr
SC: Can I get turkey, provolone (ohh, she said a cheese!), and all the veggies except onions on bread?
Me: (overjoyed she doesn't have to ask what kind of cheese) And on what kind of bread?
SC: Oh, just bread please. Nothing special.
*crash and burn*
Okay, look. I have 12 different kinds of bread. Pick one. It's not the SATs all over again. You can pass this no problem. Just pick one. ANY one.
Gesundheit
Dude: Can I get a..uh.....lhfoejljldnkbsckch. (think a sound like a cat trying to cough a hair ball through a trach tube)
Me: Uh...I don't think I can make that....
Dude: *laughs, then gives me a real order*
Cute guy too. Flustered, but cute.
Don't Think That'd Taste Good
Another flustered fellow, except he started his order with "On a subroll with ketchup...."
It's was something like roast beef, provolone, and all the veggies including pickles. He meant mustard, but it was so funny to see his face (and mine!) after we both realized what he said.
Thank goodness I have tomorrow off...
FRIDAY
Chicken of the Sea
We were plating Hawaiian seared polluck, and we also served herb chicken pieces (thighs, wings, etc.). You could tell the difference. Not this dim bulb.
DB: Ooh, chicken. (looking at the fish)
Me: Nope, that's fish. This is chicken. (points at the other pan.
DB: This is chicken? (pointing at the fish again)
Me: No, this is. (point at chicken wing)
DB: That's fish?
Me: *facespatula* Do fish have wings?
DB: Flying fish do...
Me: Do you EAT those?
DB: No...
Me: Then this is CHICKEN.
Sad thing is, I know this girl. She's a senior.
They're the SAME!!!
We're not supposed to randomly hand out food used for plating dishes. If we serve rice on a plated dish, we have another pan going for those who don't want the special. Still doesn't stop them from asking.
It's even worse when they try to tell you that the plated rice is better, even though it's the same stuff.
SATURDAY
Cooking?
We served chicken patty parmesan as our featured item. Needless to say, it flew off the line faster than you could say "Mamma Mia".
But when you try to tell the next batch of students that it will be a while before there's more, they get confused.
SC: Where's the chicken?
Me: We're waiting on some. It should be another 3 minutes or so.
SC: Well, what's taking it so long?
Me: Well, it has to cook.
SC: Cook? What's that?
BACK UP. Did you seriously just ask me that?
Well, to answer the question, it's the awesome black magic we do to your food so it's, you know, HOT when you eat it. Shaboom.
It counters your red mana magic that seems to destroy it. If you haven't caught on by now, we're trying to tap you out.
Closed Means Closed
It nevers fails: fifteen minutes after we close someone pushed their face through the holes in the gate and trys to get us to stop cleaning up so they can eat.
Sorry; we wanna go home. And unless you're an amoeba you're not getting through that gate. I have yet to see someone accomplish that; I'll be sure to put it on Youtube if it happens.
One Way Street
My Saturday boss likes things at an angle while we're working: pans, displays, etc. But doesn't like when WE'RE at an angle, i.e. leaning on a wall to get a load off of our feet.
Gotta play both sides of the table, boss.
SUNDAY
First, let me start by saying Mass. ( and maybe most of New England, for that matter) got even more snow dumped on them this morning. It was at least a foot where I was. Still snowing as I type.
Dude....Where's My Tray?
More like 20+ of them...we think students walked out with them to use as makeshift sleds for the remainder of the weekend until they can get to the Wally World up the street. We don't know if we'll ever see them again.
Durr
SC: Can I get turkey, provolone (ohh, she said a cheese!), and all the veggies except onions on bread?
Me: (overjoyed she doesn't have to ask what kind of cheese) And on what kind of bread?
SC: Oh, just bread please. Nothing special.
*crash and burn*
Okay, look. I have 12 different kinds of bread. Pick one. It's not the SATs all over again. You can pass this no problem. Just pick one. ANY one.
Gesundheit
Dude: Can I get a..uh.....lhfoejljldnkbsckch. (think a sound like a cat trying to cough a hair ball through a trach tube)
Me: Uh...I don't think I can make that....
Dude: *laughs, then gives me a real order*
Cute guy too. Flustered, but cute.
Don't Think That'd Taste Good
Another flustered fellow, except he started his order with "On a subroll with ketchup...."
It's was something like roast beef, provolone, and all the veggies including pickles. He meant mustard, but it was so funny to see his face (and mine!) after we both realized what he said.
Thank goodness I have tomorrow off...
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