Rantettes & Ravettes - the show must go on....

[Rorschach]

If it makes you feel any better, Cara has developed an endearing wee habit of sprinting towards the couch, anytime I'm lying on it, windmilling her arms like Popeye getting ready to punch Bluto and then whacking me in the crotch with her flat palm, behind which is her full weight plus whatever momentum she's picked up on the way across the living room.

Hope that helps.

[Springy]

Springy: What kind of a sandwich was it?

A muffaletta. Provolone cheese, salami, smoked turkey, and an olive salad. My boss also put dijon mustard on mine since I like it better that way. This whole thing as on a baguette.

[Sir Spankspeople]

Spanks: That's cool. Any chance you could get a picture of you and him?
Springy: What kind of a sandwich was it?

We've got a bigass dinner down at the Seaport tomorrow night, I'll see what I can do there.

[JermCool]

Rant: Car wouldn't start last night. Had to push-start it to get to work.
Rant: Beach club managed to block off our equipment for the Rehab setup this morning.
Rant: Pulled a muscle in my lower abs while moving their shit out of the way.
Rant: Sent to the doctor by security who didn't want to get sued.
Rave: Only a pulled muscle, not a hernia.
Rave: Got out of work early and missed the Rehab setup.
Rant: Car wouldn't start leaving the parking lot. Had to push-start it again.
Rant: Got pulled up for speeding on the freeway.
Rave: Only cited for doing 5 over the limit (I was going a lot faster than that).
Rant: Turned the car off while waiting for the copper...and couldn't get it started again.

[gravity]

Rant: I may not have an apartment to live in come Wednesday thanks to my landlords deciding they don't want to be landlords anymore.

At least they gave me 24 hour notice to scrub the place clean and start packing.

Rant: I've been gone for three weeks, so the stupid apartment is covered in an inch of dust, it always is if I'm gone for more than a day, and I'm worried that the upstairs neighbors might have caused damage when they moved out (it's not that great of an apartment, really).

[Arres]

Rave: My daughter is here to visit!
Rant: I have to plan meals and shit now.
Rave: My daughter is here to visit!

[mikejcpt]

Lucksi, look on the bright side. When I had a realative from Germany die, I was left underwear.

[Deacon]

That brings my total number of hours at work 19 hours over 2 days. Crazy!

That doesn't even equate to two 10-hour days. That's pretty much just a full time job. Not very crazy at all.

[Springy]

I usually only work 8-hour days. That puts me at 40 hours per week. I clocked 45 hours this week (I work Thurs-Monday). The 10 hour day was mostly brutal since it was 10 hours straight in a 40 degree kitchen.

Rant: Head Chef is sick now so I might have to go in tomorrow to cover.
Rave: All this overtime plus holiday pay for this coming Thursday will mean a sweet paycheque soon!

[Deacon]

The 10 hour day was mostly brutal since it was 10 hours straight in a 40 degree kitchen.

Haha, I was like, "WTF? Is this thing carved from ice?" before it dawned on me that, duh, you surely meant Celsius

paycheque

I see what you did there!

[thejerseyminx]

Rors, your kid is awesome. Tell her I said thank you

[Sir Spankspeople]

I usually only work 8-hour days. That puts me at 40 hours per week. I clocked 45 hours this week (I work Thurs-Monday). The 10 hour day was mostly brutal since it was 10 hours straight in a 40 degree kitchen.

Rant: Head Chef is sick now so I might have to go in tomorrow to cover.
Rave: All this overtime plus holiday pay for this coming Thursday will mean a sweet paycheque soon!

Today is my third thirteen hour day in a row, tomorrow will be the fourth, and Wednesday will be a ten. I had Friday off, but Thursday was, again, a thirteen hour day. Since my paycheque comes on a Thursday to Wednesday period, and anything above 48 hours is considered overtime, this is going to be a fairly nice paycheque compared to the usual.

At ten this morning I came in to help plate up a function for 700. At 11:00 I put it out. At 12:00 everyone from the function who didn't eat my food left and nearly 200 of them came into the restaurant for a la carte service, which I had to hop on and help with. Ten minutes later I checked my watch and it said 2:00pm.

Then we got everything ready to go over to the seaport for the bigass ~1000 person dinner Michael Smith was helping put on to show off local food products. We had oyster shucking, absolutely fantastic pizzas(aged white cheddar we'd had smoked, a sauce made with apples instead of tomatoes, and local hand-ground whole-wheat flour), general local produce(mmmmm good cherry tomatoes), the Myriad View 'Shine, the Gahan beer house(their Sir John A's Honey Wheat Ale is the best, Jerry! The best!), a pulled pork setup with a pig roasting on a spit over local wood charcoal, the usual potato martini bar, my pre-cracked lobster station, and the strawberry/rhubard shortcake table.

I spent five hours today wearing rubber pants and a green rain coat, cracking lobster. We cracked nine-hundred of 'em. I still smell like lobster. I need to take a shower.

Where was I going with this?

Oh yeah. Suck it up. =P

[thejerseyminx]

I'll take one of those pizzas and some lobsters too. They sound amazing right now. Which leads me to...

Rave: finally getting my seafood tomorrow! Our last day here, it had better be worth the wait!

[Rorschach]

The last two posts make it seem like jersey is waiting for Spanky to get his finger out and deliver the buttload of seafood that her party ordered some time ago.

Rave: Holiday organised (ish).

[JermCool]

You coming to Vegas at long last?

Also Rave: Car battery replaced. No more push-starts for me for a while!
Rave: Abs are finally starting to heal up, although I'm still a bit stiff (especially when I think about Rors coming to Vegas for a holiday).