Food Service II

So here I am again, blogging about my job. It's about all I have time to think about lately.

Ones

Really short thought here. I make tips which is fantastic. But I'm sitting here with a hundred and twelve dollars in ONES. What the hell am I going to do with that? Every day I come home with a fistful of thirty or so one dollar bills and I can't help but think someones going to mistake me for a stripper one day and ask me what the price is for a "private show".

Sugar Packets

I'm losing track of time. I have no idea how many days I've worked because it all seems to swirl together. I'm also worse at time than I used to be, which is saying something. Give me six watches and put Big Ben in my living room and I still might wonder what time it is. Point being, I keep 8 sugar packets in my pocket when I work. And for every hour that goes by I toss one into the trash. (If I'm really bored I'll start going by the half hour and have half sugar packets). The point here is that if I ever want to know how long I have left I pull out my sugar packets and count them. Oh, three sugar packets to go!

Thick Goo

Ranch, BBQ sauce, coleslaw, mayonnaise, ketchup, mustard, relish, gravy, butter, oil, that pink dressing, that orange dressing, A1, honey, cream, syrup... My point is: Why is the human race so fascinated with thick gooey substances?