Yesterday, life was such a busy game to play
What a long day it was Saturday. I was asked to make breakfast for two friends, since they were coming over to get picked up by Andrew for CCSA gov clinic episode 1. Things didn't work out as planned, and things got delayed. I made 5 banana french toasts and no one was at my place yet. Andrew already called to tell me he was coming. That was postponed until 20 minutes later, fortunately. Angie arrived safely after going the wrong way because I gave unclear instructions. Sarah called after a while. No one got in touch with her before, and I thought she was dead or something. Luckily, not the case. I burnt some of the toasts because the phone kept ringing when I was cooking. Angie and I ate some food while Andrew and other passenger waited in the car outside. Sorry, Andrew. We left my place and waited for Sarah. She got there, we went to the clinic.
After clinic, I chilled with Angie before I had to go to work. I was originally scheduled for 2 pm, but since I thought the clinic would run late, I asked to go in at 4 instead. That worked out, since we only needed one person there at any one time, and the other guy there was there til 4. I could've made it to work on time at 2, but that would mean missing out on good chill time with Ang.
At 4, I went to work and my co-worker told me I had a load of crap to do. He showed me a trolley of over 10 boxes of frozen goods and told me to bag/package everything. With 4 hours before clean-up, it was impossible. On top of that, he told me to refill frozen bunkers incase anything runs out, and to cut some salmon for the counters. Luckily, fellow Haig grad scaled and cut the fish for me since I'm a weakling and couldn't cut fish if my life depended on it. Bones are hard to saw through. I don't know how Dr. Phil does it in Scary Movie 4. I wrapped and bagged about 5 boxes of frozen crap and filled the bunker with 8 boxes of shrimps just in time for clean-up at 7:50.
Now, scaling salmon is a messy task. I know this entry is not very cohesive coming from an English major, but please bear with me. When scaling 3-foot long salmons, their scales go flying everywhere. Each scale is about half the size of your fingernail. In a mob, they're big enough to clog the sink, and that only takes about 15 scales. My buddy from the meat department, the Haig grad, scaled 6 by himself. All the scales get hosed down into the sink right beside it. That's 6 salmons in addition to however many salmons my co-worker from seafood did before I got there. So come clean-up time, the sink was completely clogged and it smelled of fish left out too long. It reaked like a gorilla after defecating on itself explosively. I had to make do with the other sink for washing. The grease cutter dispenser is still busted, and the water was gone as well. I had to make do like last time, but at least I had one more sink before. It was brutal. Before that, I had other stuff to do that I usually didn't have to, so when I started washing, it was 9 pm, 30 minutes before punch out time for me. On regular nights, I would be finished washing trays by 9 or 9:15. I was way behind, and the place stank. The floor was slippery, too. Everything sucked. I splashed my face washing stuff a few times, and it wasn't pleasant. I ended up leaving work around 11; punched out at 10, ate cheap Dominion dinner that tasted terrible. It was cheap because it wasn't as fresh by that time. I hope my managers don't read this.
If I went to work at 2 as I was supposed to, there would be two people working at once, and things would go much faster. I probably wouldn't have to deal with a clogged sink. Wouldn't have to go home late. Wouldn't be all stressed out by the end of the night, few hours before exam time on Sunday. But was chilling with Angie worth the unbearable stress later on? Without a doubt :D
After clinic, I chilled with Angie before I had to go to work. I was originally scheduled for 2 pm, but since I thought the clinic would run late, I asked to go in at 4 instead. That worked out, since we only needed one person there at any one time, and the other guy there was there til 4. I could've made it to work on time at 2, but that would mean missing out on good chill time with Ang.
At 4, I went to work and my co-worker told me I had a load of crap to do. He showed me a trolley of over 10 boxes of frozen goods and told me to bag/package everything. With 4 hours before clean-up, it was impossible. On top of that, he told me to refill frozen bunkers incase anything runs out, and to cut some salmon for the counters. Luckily, fellow Haig grad scaled and cut the fish for me since I'm a weakling and couldn't cut fish if my life depended on it. Bones are hard to saw through. I don't know how Dr. Phil does it in Scary Movie 4. I wrapped and bagged about 5 boxes of frozen crap and filled the bunker with 8 boxes of shrimps just in time for clean-up at 7:50.
Now, scaling salmon is a messy task. I know this entry is not very cohesive coming from an English major, but please bear with me. When scaling 3-foot long salmons, their scales go flying everywhere. Each scale is about half the size of your fingernail. In a mob, they're big enough to clog the sink, and that only takes about 15 scales. My buddy from the meat department, the Haig grad, scaled 6 by himself. All the scales get hosed down into the sink right beside it. That's 6 salmons in addition to however many salmons my co-worker from seafood did before I got there. So come clean-up time, the sink was completely clogged and it smelled of fish left out too long. It reaked like a gorilla after defecating on itself explosively. I had to make do with the other sink for washing. The grease cutter dispenser is still busted, and the water was gone as well. I had to make do like last time, but at least I had one more sink before. It was brutal. Before that, I had other stuff to do that I usually didn't have to, so when I started washing, it was 9 pm, 30 minutes before punch out time for me. On regular nights, I would be finished washing trays by 9 or 9:15. I was way behind, and the place stank. The floor was slippery, too. Everything sucked. I splashed my face washing stuff a few times, and it wasn't pleasant. I ended up leaving work around 11; punched out at 10, ate cheap Dominion dinner that tasted terrible. It was cheap because it wasn't as fresh by that time. I hope my managers don't read this.
If I went to work at 2 as I was supposed to, there would be two people working at once, and things would go much faster. I probably wouldn't have to deal with a clogged sink. Wouldn't have to go home late. Wouldn't be all stressed out by the end of the night, few hours before exam time on Sunday. But was chilling with Angie worth the unbearable stress later on? Without a doubt :D
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5:59 PM
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