Today was too damn long. I had a double shift at work today. Was only supposed to be ten hours, but ended up getting closer to twelve since they called this morning and asked me to come help open, and then the close took longer than usual. So, nearly twelve hours in one day. I am delerious. I got about two hours or so of sleep before I left for work. A pointed glare goes in Thomas' general direction.

In fact, everybody was delerious. Because the people I work with on normal nights also were there today, since we're apparently all scheduled together. And they had about as much sleep as me, and they had also been drinking last night. It was weird.

There is a sort of odd seriousness that you'll find in a person when they're sleep deprived. If they're trying to pay attention, their eyes are more focused than usual. They look more intent. They repeat everything you say, because if they don't it's gone in seconds. I got confused at work because the girl who was helping me (who I had never met before until today and apparently has a super problem with Cute Gay Boy.) had no orginisation whatsoever.

I was doing the cash register. Wait, let me digress for a second. This store that I'm working at now has been open all of two months. It is the first Quizno's in New Orleans. Every person who works there, up to the owner, has never been inside or worked inside one of them before. So, everybody is fairly new. That's the good thing I have going for me, because they only have slightly more experience than I do, and I'm catching up fast. Everybody is learning, nobody has any idea of what to do. I heard horrour stories of how things were in the beginning, when every person made every sandwich differently and they resembled nothing on the menus. It must have been hectic.

Anyway, I was doing the cash register. Because, aside from the manager, I am the only person thus far who has been trained to operate it. And that's only because I had so much experience at McDonalds. So I was working the register, and there was a girl right next to me (the Coordinatour, they called her) who was getting my food as it came up and putting it into bags and handing it to me. Well, she totally got me turned upside down because I thought she was setting the sandwiches up IN ORDER and it turned out she was just throwing them around however she felt. So I was giving people the wrong food, cos I sure as hell didn't remember what they had ordered by that point.

Like I said to somebody, the second the customer gives me their money and the order is paid, the person's existance in my life is negligible. I get irritated at customers who keep coming back and bothering me after that point, cos as far as I'm concerned they don't exist anymore. Don't ask me to remember if I saw a customer unless they come through more than once, don't ask me what a customer had, and certaintly don't ask me to remember what order my orders were in. Cos I don't know. Especially when I haven't slept, cos I'm lucky I remember how much their food cost when I give them their change.

So it was a bit insane during lunch, though not anything close to what I experienced at McDonalds. After the lunch rush ended they all told me how horrible it was, and I was like, "What, that?" So if that's the worst rush I'll ever have to deal with, I feel good. Work will be easy.

I'm getting better at making the sandwiches. I can now remember the names of them based on the ingredients and for the most part I remember what's on them. So I'm getting good. All this, and only in my first week. The boss kept glowing on me, following around me and telling me how awesome I was. It was very ego-inflating.

They better give me a raise.

I'm off tomorrow. Thank Jesus. And then I work another double on Sunday, but not one as nearly as long as today.

And then. next week.

Thomas.

Yay.

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