3 Prunes

Dearest Reader,

     If these people don't get their prunes, they get super pissed. They'll complain if they don't get enough prunes, and they'll shit on the floor if they get too much. Trust me, it's happened before and it'll happen again. 3 is the safety number.

6 Dec '10
     We had to make some major cuts at my job so management changed the dining hours. That being said, the elderly do NOT like change in the least bit. But, they had to comply. And with their arms folded across their chest, and sagging faces drooped into frowns, they showed up for the 4 o'clock dinner shift. The only difference? Everyone showed up at once. And only having one lazy manager and 4 servers..the night was a rough one. Not to mention, this was the day Wendy decided to play sick and hide in her office without letting anyone know where she was. So being the only employee there that knew how to run the dining room, I took charge. And after a shift of screaming, cussing, and many mixed orders, the dinner shift came to a close and guess who decided to come out of hiding? And guess what else? She was 'sick' and was leaving 30 minutes earlier. So I was incharge of closing.
     No one wanted to work, let alone work in a fast pace. So we left late AND some bitch cut her hand on cut glass and freaked out over the blood...so I had to write an incident report. My manager is a horrid manager and please don't be shocked if I end up writing more about her here. And I hope, for some reason unknown, she stumbles across my blog when I'm long gone from that job and over seas. But then again, I'm sure that I'll have my fair share of horrid managers in my life time. Even in the military. I just hope their not stupid... *sigh*

Please forgive me for my run-on sentences.

Yours truly,
     Alexa