I was slated to take a few weeks off Subway 'cause of upcoming exams and that my parents are around.
Stefi is now studying here and living with me.
She isn't really at boarding anymore.
And, dad has been here for awhile watching over Stefi as she has her VCE coming up.
Mum and Sammi arrived last Monday and brought mooncakes and tidbits.
The whole family is here and Mum cooks so I get to eat at home.
^o^
Food is good... but, I digress.
I had told my manager and negotiated that I'd only do Friday and Saturday nights.
'cause these are considered *my shifts* and therefore are my responsibility.
"Fair enough," I thought.
Then Frank calls me up on Wednesday and asks for a favour.
Take his shift on Thursday 'cause he has some stuff to do this week.
I agreed cause I'm helping out a friend and, cmon, greed is good.
"Fair enough," I thought... again.
I did a friend a favour and it was not worth the effort.
Frank... HAHA! If you're reading this, you OWE me man!
His shift was a full 9 hours, from 1200-2100. (re: as 12:00 pm to 9:00 pm)
And the amount of bullshit I had to go through was staggering.
The Subway I work at is now declared ~PERDITA~
The current manager is just so fkn uncoordinated, it is not even funny anymore.
Lydia is a very pleasant person but very disorganized.
We ran out of olives in the morning and that is a salad option that is popular with the customers.
Over the lunch period, I had this dumb chick Maddie bumping into me all the time.
And she is wide... VERY WIDE... *shakes head*
I mean MACK TRUCK wide!
Claire was at the counter, looking pretty collecting money.
And, as usual, not much help.
The LUNCH RUSH came and went and the store was left in a mess.
We had food all over the floor and I nearly slipped over spilled jalapenos and tomato slices.
I cleaned up after...
Washed an Mt Everest of dishes, threw out the garbage, swept and wiped everything down.
Claire and Maddie left leaving me and Lydia in the shop.
I was relieved as I thought that there would a quiet period for a bit.
And then, we had the graceless Melb Grammar kids waltz in.
Together, me and Lydia did about 60 sales in two hours... just the two of us.
These lil' shits are the smaller lower secondary variety.
Who are young, indecisive, rude and very, very loud.
And it was muck up day for them...
MUCK UP Day signifies the end of year for the Year 12s where they all go out in force to make life miserable for everyone.
By throwing eggs, ragging the lower secondary years and being a general nuisance they celebrate their leaving of the Victorian Schools Education system.
You'd really expect that Melb Grammar kids to be well behaved.
But it just doesn't happen... WTH?
These kids are from well off families.
Melb Grammar is this posh private school where the fees are ridiculous.
They lack civility of any kind...
It's depressing to think that these are the next generation that will become mathematicians, senators and business brokers.
Anyway... my day gets worse.
After the afternoon was over, we had run out of a lot of food to serve.
Thank you to Rowan, the new Year 9 kid who helps out, 'cause he turned up and did most of the food prep.
But, he forgot a few important things... like onions.
Then we also ran out of salami and pepperoni.
Tim showed up later 'cause he was supposed to close the shop.
Rowan left and we were again, two...
We looked at each other before the dinner crowd started.
By stroke of fate, I swear the Gods of Subway hate me, we ran out of paper to feed the receipt printer.
In this store, if the receipt printer doesn't work, the cash register also takes the day off.
The dinner crowd was getting antsy and we had to go back to manually recording sales and handing out change.
It was cool that we had batteries in the calculator, else I would be using an abacus.
Tim ran out on me halfway (without really telling me) to get more receipt paper.
And I was alone for the better part of the Dinner Rush.
I left sharp at 9:00 pm and went home.
Ate a small dinner and went to sleep.
I was justifiably tired...
And you know what?
I'm due in at Subway again at 5:00pm.
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