My work shift was 7am-8pm. 7-3 my normal front desk job, and 3-8 our manager's reception. Not that swanky, I cook, I serve beverages, I smile. I have done this countless times, with only one incident to where there was a flood and a fire alarm. My. Bad.
The front desk shift went swimmingly, despite cutting my finger with scissors, cutting my arm on a shelf end, and pinching my finger in a Swiffer. At 3pm, I decided what to cook (Natchitoches Meat Pies), iced down some can drinks, made a vegetable tray. Same ol' same ol' routine.
I cook the meat pies for 30 minutes on 315 degrees. I also put cookies in there for 13 minutes on 315 degrees. You know what I noticed about 9 minutes into it? The oven. ON 400.
Meh, I served them anyway. All 3 trays. I called them "cajun". I always cook the amount of food and cookies based on how many people are in the hotel. I have a fear of running out of food, so I always cook extra. Tonight I cooked an extra pan of meat pies just to be safe.
I make coffee, I go to put the regular out, and pick up the decaf. SOMEHOW, my shirt got stuck on the lever,
It's by far the weirdest injury I have ever received at work.
And I have smacked my face by answering the stapler.
After I stop, drop, and roll I put out all the food.
Apparently either a killer whale got VERY hungry, or every one ninja-like all came down at once, because I stick my head out just to appear to be friendly, and 25 minutes into the reception I am out of cookies, and there are SIX meat pies left.
I hurriedly put more in the oven, and you guessed it. I burned the cookies again.
I also put out more ice for the drinks, and somehow there was coffee in my ice bucket, because it turned everything brown.
I hate my life.
Finally I get everything going smoothly, I am cleaning as I go, and I hit the lever for the cereal. Cheerios go every where.
This is after I wipe them off the counter. It took 20 minutes to sweep them off the floor.
I finally got everything cleaned up and left without causing any permanent damage to my body or the hotel.
On a happy note, I had this delightful Indian dish for lunch:
I mentioned to Scott about going vegetarian, and he mentioned moving out.