Life Imitating Art

So I was at Beefs, like I usually am these days, working during the home/season opener of the Ball State Cardinals. They were taking on Miami (Ohio) and lost by one fucking point.

Now, needless to say, had I gone to the game I would have no voice left and would be uber pissed that I wasted another year going to a home opener just to watch the Cards lose. (In the past five years, they have had two wins and three losses in home openers, including today's game)

But, like I said, I was at Beefs. We were moderately busy for a while and I knew it was due to people leaving the game at half-time to drink semi-cheap beer. (It was $3 pitcher night)

At about 10pm, the kitchen died down and I started cleaning up for the night. I didn't have a ticket for 30 minutes.

To set up what happened next, you should probably be familiar with the movie "Waiting..."

At the tail-end of the movie, the kitchen staff are all ready to leave and are watching the clock hoping nobody comes in and they have to stay over.

Of course, somebody DOES come in and they all start screaming explatives and throwing things around the kitchen.

(The more astute of you should get where I'm going with this)

Brian, the manager, tells me at 10:30 that the kitchen is closed. I'm happy and start closing.

Not 2 minutes go by before I get the word from Donny, the kitchen supervisor, that there are people coming in to send back last-minute food orders.

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I make the food and Brian comes back again at 10:45 and says "Clear the board and close the kitchen." Once again, I'm happy and ready to close.

Three minutes later, a final order comes back for 10 wings.... which take 12 minutes.

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At this point, I'm irrate. The slightest pin-drop could set me off on a rampage. I was so furious!

And here's the bad thing: I have to do it all again tomorrow.

I really don't know what the hell I was thinking when I decided to go back to Beefs. It amazes me to think I actually gave up a search for a different job and went back to the one place where I was the most miserable. It sucks even more now because half the people who made the job half-way fun are now gone. We're having to train new people and deal with new menu items and new ways of preparing all the old items.

The only good news is that I start my new shedule next week. Instead of working 6 days a week, I'll only work 4. And even then I'll only have to close the store on Saturdays and Sundays. Hopefully that will help a whole lot.

Plus, payday is next week too. SCORE!


~Nate-O