March 10, 2012 |

My Series of Unfortunate Events, Part Three

Now it really isn't unlikely that I get sick. It really happens quite often, so I kept going, as I usually do. After a week, I had a relapse. I couldn't stop coughing, my bones and joints ached, and I had a hard time breathing, especially at night.

So after a week, I finally went to the doctor. I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, and ached all over...and that's what it would take for me to go to a doctor. Something bad always happens when I go to the doctor.

Like the time I got my wisdom teeth removed and the dentist cut my lingual nerve, leaving my tongue numb from them on. Also, because of the medication he gave me for my teeth I got a kidney infection off and on for six months.

At the clinic, the doctor gave me a prescription for penicillin. I was to take the penicillin for 10 days, three times a day. The clinic even called me the next day to make sure that I knew I couldn't stop any earlier.

My cough was pretty much gone by the third day. But then the fifth day came around. I started getting itchy all over, and my skin turned red and swollen. I didn't know what was wrong. I just felt horrible. Back to not being able to sleep and spent most of my time, day and night, in a cold shower or bath, the only things that would slightly calm my skin. When I wasn't in the shower I was in bed with my feet in ice water, as I couldn't walk to the bathroom or kitchen without my feet being completely numb. We concluded that I had hives, but because of what, we didn't know.

After five day of this we finally realized that I am allergic to penicillin. Along with this epiphany came the last day I was suppose to take the penicillin. Because hives are only suppose to last 24 to 36 hours and I had it for over 5 days, now when ever I get stressed out I get hives. I learned this fact when I finally was able to return to work...

My Series of Unfortunate Events, Part Two

Let's star with Terri. Terri was a pleasant enough girl, but had never worked in a kitchen before. She came in to work with inch long false nails, and didn't know how to use a knife. After working three days, her husband called in, telling me that she couldn't make it in because she had a migraine, a few hours later she called in saying she had seizures. For the next few days she called in with the same reason. After a week I told her to just call in when she could work again. The next week she came in, " My doctor says I can't work in a stressful environment." she said, obviously heavily medicated. I didn't want her in there, like that anyways. Kitchens are pretty dangerous, especially in that state, not to mention pretty stressful.

Meanwhile, the other employee Lane, calls in saying that he has food poisoning. Saturday, the next evening, he was perfectly fine, and was his usual, can't stop talking and can't stop moving self. Even though I was clocked out that evening I stayed just to make sure everything would run smoothly. I would clock in and out if he had any trouble. I found though, that Lane spent most of his time hanging out at the bar not doing anything. I kept asking him to go back in and clean the place up as it was really messy and dirty from his sloppy work. To which he would walk back to the kitchen, wait for me to start talking or get distracted then walk back out.

Finally, I went called him into the kitchen. "Lane," I said, "look, this place is a disaster. You aren't busy right now, can you place clean it up." "The kitchen is fine." He retorted, obviously irritated I kept 'bothering' him. "Name me one thing that isn't." He said, with attitude. "Ok, there is food all over the counters, dirty dishes everywhere, this food needs to be put away, the floor needs to be swept, and the salad bar needs to be restocked." "Look, you should be kissing my ass. I am the best thing that you have in this kitchen and you should be thankful I am here. I am not going to wash dishes, or sweep and mop floors, or any of those jobs. Get Dante or someone lower to do that." He was now yelling at me, his manager...after only three days of working here. "After tonight I am out of here. You don't deserve me or treat me right. I will stay for tonight because it's Saturday and you need me." "Lane," I said, quietly. "go ahead and leave, I can handle this, I have done it before."

Now telling him this, in a calm way really made him mad. He said nothing else and stormed out of the building. Because he was yelling and everyone can see into the kitchen, everyone in the entire bar could see and hear what happened.

Around a month after Terri said she couldn't work, we found new employees who could cook and did it well. All was running smoothly, when, Terri texted me asking when she was going to be on the schedule again. I texted her back telling her because she couldn't work for over a month we had to find more employees and I was unable to save her a spot on the schedule. She seemed fine about this, at that moment.

The next day I received a text from her telling me that she was suing be because I fired her over a text message. One, I don't have the power to let some one go, and two, she told us her doctor said she couldn't work there because it's a stressful environment. I told my bosses, the owners, and they worked it out. She is no longer allowed to communicate with me in any way. But if there was a court date I would have to testify. Thank goodness it only came down to me signing a letter about what happened.

Not long after this I got sick...

My Series of Unfortunate Events, Part One

So let me tell you a little about what has been happening in my life the last few months. It all started in August...

One evening I was driving home from work. I was happily singing songs in my head, when I heard a strange noise and my car started to be wobbly. Thank goodness I was only about a block from my house, because it turns out I got a flat tire.

The next day I took my beloved car to the shop where they told me that I needed to replace all the tires immediately, as you could see the metal wires in the tires. They were pretty worn out. So I ended up replacing all four and getting new rims, the size I had wasn't very good.

Not even a week went by, when I pulled into our driveway and bumped the curb. "POP" I heard, and looked over at Dante, who was with me. "Bummer." I said, getting out of the car. Then we discovered that because my brand new tire had exploded and sank, the car was now stuck on the curb. One hour later we managed to get the car out of the middle of the road and into the driveway.

A few weeks went happily by, and at work we got three new employees. Two of them only lasted three days...

October 3, 2011 |

Then Laugh

Now , I know I have posted this before but these days, more then normal, I try to keep this in mind.

Then Laugh

By Bertha Adams Backus

Build for yourself a strong box,
fashion each part with care;
When it’s strong as your hand can make it,
put all your troubles there;

Hide there all thought of your failures;
and each bitter cup that you quaff;
Lock all your heartaches within it,
Then sit on the lid and laugh.

Tell no one else its contents,
Never its secrets share;
When you’ve dropped in your care and worry
keep them forever there;

Hide them from sight so completely
That the world will never dream half;
Fasten the strongbox securely—
Then sit on the lid and laugh.
July 31, 2011 |

When I say "Not much is happening." this is what I really mean...

So you all know I got a car. Yay! All joy and happiness’s!

It all started Friday. I got in my car and to my dismay it wouldn’t start. IT RAN OUT OF BATTERIES! So I called my parents…”Parents? “ “Yes.” “My car ran out of batteries.” “Ok.” And they drove back home. We jump started the car, and for safety’s sake I borrowed their jumper cables, and I drove to work.

After work I sat at the bar, just waiting for the checks to come in. Then it started sprinkling outside. “Oh dear.” I though. After waiting for a while longer, I started talking to Krystal, one of the bartenders. She was just getting off her shift and she agreed to help me jump start my car again.

But then we kept talking. “Hey, I have an idea….” After those words left her mouth basically what happened was this: We drove to her house and hung out while waiting for her sisters. Then drove to the skate park dropped a sister and her friend off, drove to the Saloon walked around 6 blocks and we were back, another sister was dropped off there and we went exploring town, drove to Starbuck, drove to the Saloon to pick up Dante, drove to their house, drove to the skate park, friend lost very expensive camera, played tag, hind and seek, blind mans bluff, and red light green light, drove to the Saloon, and jump started my car.

Yesterday my parents dropped me off at work, then dropped my car off there once it was feeling better. No car problems here. Saturday night was a very busy night and we knew it would be. And like usual, on very busy nights, I got a call. Julie wouldn’t be able to make it because her brother was having seizures. “Well,” I thought. “at least Derek will be here. We can manage.” But I was wrong.

I looked at the clock, 5:25pm it read. Derek was suppose to be there 25 minutes ago. WHERE WAS HE!?!?!? So I text him. “ Are you on your way?” No answer. So I called. “Hi!” “Umm, is this Derek’s phone?” “Yes,” came the women’s reply. “I don’t know where he is. He was supposed to pick me up from work and hasn’t shown.” “Well, when you get a hold of him can you tell him to call me?” “Sure.”

By 6 I figured he wasn’t showing up for his shift. So Ross and Debbie, the owners and my boss’, helped me out. Debbie, who had never run the line, well, ran the line the best she could, and did a pretty good job considering. Ross washed dishes in the back, which was a big help, we had a lot of dishes.

This morning my car worked fine. So Dante and I were off to work. After work, we jumped in the car and headed home. Nearing the area were we lived, we noticed something was not right. All the lights, all the stores, all the street lights and stop lights, EVERYTHING, was off. Dark as dark can be.

“Weird.” I said. Then my car said “Rrrrwwwww woow wooow.” And it turned off. Just like that, in the middle of the turning lane to get home. So we hopped out and pushed it all the way home. Now I am sitting here typing about it.