tylertiger

My hand hurts.
My brain hurts.
My feet hurt.
My back hurts.
My pride hurts.
Fuck...just about everything hurts right now.

Yesterday was the WORST day at work -ever- bar none.

Here is how my day NORMALLY is supposed to go:

Arrive at work: 3:45pm / Do inventory checklist and set up prep yields for the day / 4pm clock in and start working / Do carrots (roughly about 45 minutes to an hour) / Do Broccoli (Another 30 min to an hour depending) / Shuck and cut corn off of the cob (about 20 to 30 minutes) / Cut cauliflower (15 minutes at the MOST) / Work on cheeses, cleaning and backing up the line (so that the line chefs have stuff to serve y'know?) And USUALLY I get out of the store somewhere around the time period of 10pm maybe 10:45.

Last night I got OFF work at 12:30.

Last night I cut a HUNDRED FUCKING POUNDS of Carrots, which is FOUR times the amount that I am supposed to be cutting normally.
I have a blister, from that,  which looks like a gangrene abscess on my finger and my hand is so stiff that it feels like a monumental effort to even use the damn thing. I cut corn that wasn't ripe, and in the process almost cut off my fingers a few times. Also I had to PEEL EVERY SINGLE FUCKING BROCCOLI STEM! Which I hate doing and it takes forever to do. Additionally because of all of the frustration and stress of going through all this crap AND being late AND having an injured paw, I started to act in a sour mood. SOOOOO to combat this Chef threatened me with a firing.

Lovely.

I had a bad night...thaaaats for sure.

HOWEVER

Coming home to the awesome people that I live with makes it much better. Much better indeed. My girlfriend who is sweet enough to listen to me bitch and whine and then gives me hugs (Win!), Carlin who is always having a worse day than me (LOL!) , Caleb...who...is...just...kinda....Sarge.  It's just nice to have such a cool home and such awesome people in it.

So:

IN SUMMARY: 

1. Shitty night.
2. Hand hurts.
3. Awesome people at home.
4. Girlfriend rocks and makes me smile.

-Nice-