This Message by - Jasmine Sailing
* In a drugless frenzy, Gene Santagada mistakenly declared:
* I used to work in a restaurant. I started as a dishwasher, then waiter,
* finally I wound up being the manager (I was there three years). Yes,
* I'm one of the bastards that told people they couldn't order from the
* lunch menu at 9pm. All the lunch stuff was put away, and the entire
* kitchen was geared up for the evening rush. The evening staff was not
* familiar with the lunch menu and visa versa. The dishwasher (daytime)
* helped prep the lunches. In the evening he or she was just to busy for
* this. In our situation, we could not afford to keep both menus running
* concurrently
I think it's a big difference between restaurants and fast food. With fast food it's all the same frozen piece of lard that you slap on the grill. You have several boxes of each individual type of lard lump in the back (in the freezer, some boxes in the fridge for thawing). When you walk in 2 minutes late for break- fast you have to get the lunch lard lumps, despite the breakfast lard lumps just sitting there waiting to get thrown into the waste bins. That's just a waste of money. And having someone wait 20 minutes for already prepped food is just a nuisance.
I don't know, I generally fed the waste to the bums or the stray dogs (depending on the neighborhood) (or quickly ate the waste myself because I couldn't afford food) rather than chucking it. As long as I kept tallies of what got chucked it didn't matter.
Jasmine Sailing Cyber-Psychos AOD jsailing@netonecom.net
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I play with fire because the shimmering flames make everything look so
beautiful around them. And the same flames always lash out to burn me,
to leave me wailing in pain. Then they dance shyly away and everything
is beautiful once again so I blissfully return to my previous playing.
This Message by - Jasmine Sailing
* In a drugless frenzy, Gene Santagada mistakenly declared:
* You certainly know your lard. Mmmm mmm Good. I have never worked in fast
* food, so can't attest to the torture inflicted there. You might have
* better luck getting food at off hrs in Diners. The Diner off the Thruway
* here will give you eggs benedict at midnight (aka: eggs and lard) and
* the steak and potatoes smothered in gravy dinner "to go" (aka: meat
* mashed and lard with feet) at 6 am.
I definitely made my rounds as a lard-worker. Hot dog cart. Italian Delicatessan (ok, so that one wasn't lard. I just had to dress exactly like St. Pauli's Girl). Der Wienerschnitzel. Wendy's. Manged an Original Hamburger Stand.
I think the Wendy's job lasted for about 2 weeks (then I moved and forgot to tell them). About the most interesting experience there was when I was up all night because I was the only one at the apartment who worked. Everyone was tripping and talking about how the aliens were coming, then going on about how I was an evil cult member who had brought cursed items into the home. Needless to say, it was a long night. It was also the night when everyone swore they saw me breathing fire. I definitely felt like I was...
Eventually I gave up on sleep and started toking. Then all of the tripping people rubbed off on me and I went into a hardcore flash- back. This was back in the good ol' rat poison and swollen glands days. By the time I had to go to work I barely knew who the frig I was. I had to work the salad bar.
What fun! The sensation of smearing huge jugs of premade potato salad all over your arms while tripping is rather intense. As is playing with jello and other SuperBar mushy items. The worst part of the day was when a man walked up and asked where the sugar-free/calorie-free pudding was. I was panicking. Looking everywhere. Thinking I couldn't find it because I was tripping. Then he started laughing and saying there is no such thing as calorie-free pudding. D'oh! =)
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* This Message by - Chris Y
* Gene Santagada said
* lunches. In the evening he or she was just too busy for this. In our
* situation, we could not afford to keep both menus running concurrently.
So combine them into one that you can run all the time. Or stick people up at gunpoint as they leave to finance running both menus. Or contract with the restaurant across the street to each do one menu, and have people run back and forth through heavy traffic (against the light of course) taking meals between restaurants, and highly entertaining the patrons. Or apply for federal arts funding for doing such a novel concept as 'all the menu all the time' while hanging crappy new-age artwork for sale. Or something else equally silly...
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