Four days into the new year and I've already fallen down on my resolution.... That is actually a new high for me. I usually stick with something for at least a week before I default back to my normal.
But to be fair, Mystery Case Files came out with a new game.
A NEW GAME!!!
I can tell by the crickets that you aren't as excited about that as I am.
Or was last night.
The shit is hard.
So the girls got back home last night. I asked R to have them back to my house by seven so that they could do their chores and shower and go to bed on time. Wanna know what time he bought them back? A quarter to nine. Bedtime is at nine. They didn't get to bed until after ten. Guess who had cranky kids this morning?
So I asked R to take Kay to her dentist appointment. She was getting the last three or four of her twelve cavity horrorfest drilled. He said to get her there and he would be there no later than 8:10 to sit in the waiting room for her and take her on to school since I needed to be at work by like 830 across town. At 8:35 he called and asked if I could leave his number with the people at the desk because he was stuck in traffic. Smile Starters doesn't work that way. A parent must be in the lobby at all times in case they need you. So no I couldn't leave his number and go. Plus all her stuff was there. He finally shows up at ten minutes to nine. By now, I'm cold (the waiting room at smile starters is ALWAYS cold. Even in the summer, it's friggin winter in there. In the winter I swear I'm going to be frozen to my seat.) So he gets there and I figure I'm already late so why try to face what is going to be a very long day without coffee? Coffee is essential for making Dette calm enough not to cuss out the stupid customer, slap the rude ones and strangle chatty coworkers. So yeah added the extra five minutes on because hell in for a penny in for a pound, you know? I was already going to spend the day playing catch up. I always do when I get there late (Which is why I get there as early as possible... meaning anytime after five am because DD doesn't open till 5) Get to work. Have 40 minutes to sheet out and open the store. I got this. I'm super Dette. No really I am because dammit I did it.
But then I looked over at the oven area and saw the mountain of Deep dish pans. It is a general rule that if there are more than 12 pans you make deep dish dough. Fill the pans and put the rest on trays to be sheeted later.
By the time I finished making all the balls (Shut up) I needed for the pans I had enough dough left for Lauren to make a junior pizza.
32 pans. 32 doggone pans. Had to do that first and not concentrate on anything else because if you take your attention from Deep dish procedures for even a minute, that minute turns into ten and those ten turn into an hour and before you know it, you have lost an entire batch of deep dish dough because that crap rises so stupidly fast that you have about enough time to oil the pans before you have to start sheeting. So that took me until like one thirty and then stupid me started on her regular dough not looking at the time. Because at 2 pm, I'm supposed to drop everything and do evening sheet outs. (I don't get to see the front of the store much when I open...) Didn't finish that batc of dough until almost three so got started on the sheet outs while helping J do the Planet fitness order.
Aside: Planet fitness orders over 130 dollars worth of pizza from us on the first monday of each month. I have no problem with this. Well I kinda do. My moral compas kinda points due north most of the time so I don't see why a GYM orders PIZZA. I actually asked a lady that works there once. She was honest, I will give her that, but her explanation was that people eat the pizza and feel so guilty that they hop on the machines and work out.
Fucking brilliant. Devious as hell, but fucking brilliant.
Shorter segway, I didn't get back to the rest of my dough until after five when the closing shift leader got there. This is not an uncommon occurrence in Howies these days. In fact I wasn't in trouble for it but it annoyed the piss out of me because I generally have my dough done before the evening sheet outs. I get this single mindedness thing going and dough just gets done. Today however, my brain was like, "Nope, don't talk to me, you didn't finish your cup of coffee, I'm not playing fair today, go fuck yourself."
I promised I would get A through rush. Rush seemed to rush right on past Howie's tonight because by a quarter to seven it was so slow I think the clock was moving backwards. I ran. Ran far and fast.
So right now Charlotte is in the brink of a cold snap. And by snap I mean a beefy jock wound up a towel and snapp our naked asses in the locker room. It's so damn cold it hurts!!! I usually love winter. It's the one time I really don't have to take my allergy meds and two inhalers because everything is dying. There's no damn dust. This week, I have had to use my rescue inhaler because the air is so cold that when I get it into my lungs it's so cold it burns.
No shit... today the snot froze in my nose. I am not kidding. I stood outside to talk to my mom for about ten minutes. The snot froze in my nose. And when I went to blow it, not realizing that it was frozen and not just crusty (I have a snotty nose it's winter, if that's all I get I;m okay with this) it broke and tore skin from the inside of my nose. Causing a nosebleed. Once again my brain said, "You didn't finish your coffee, this is what you deserve."
So I am going to bed. Early for me but there you have it. My nose is still bleeding. My feet hurt and this morning I discovered that if I take off my shoes while sheeting out the morning pizzas, I can't see the top of the sheeter because I'm just that short. Yeah...
Goodnight. I'm going to cuddle under my blankies!
