Thursday, April 08, 2004
I love my Fuddruckers discount- I ate dinner for $2.82 before I began this evening's shift. Heh-heh. A group hosted a benefit night for a cystic fibrosis foundation- "Trevor's Troops", I think it is called- and I think the Trevor in the title refers to a kid. We received a mountain of business and exceeded the projected profit margin by over twelve hundred dollars, but because we were short-staffed all evening, no one paid any attention to the guests. I was running behind on my shakes by almost ten minutes, in some cases. It was ridiculous. Sure, lots of people came in, but they'll never be back, and they won't tell anyone about the splendid service they received, which they did not, in fact, receive.at 9:50 PM
I am cranky. I do not enjoy wasting my time, but it seems that's all I ever do with it, to echo Scarface and Amber. Sigh...
I did have a sweet little old lady who smiled at me as though it made her entire week when I brought a shake out for her. Little old ladies are all right, and do not necessarily need to be gassed, so long as they do not smell foul. I hold no sympathy for the odiferous ones.
I began reading my new book (the one about Greece) whilst I ate my burger (I showed up an hour prior to my shift). I am pleasantly pleased with it thus far. The reading isn't dry, and everything the author writes is fairly easy to follow, considering that I haven't studied the subject at all. He also provided a simple Greek pronunciation guide and a few maps before the first chapter, which I found quite helpful. I read through about the middle of the second chapter. The first discussed the choosing of the patriarch by the Turkish sultan, tax farming, and forced conscription of Greek children (between the ages of ten and twenty, the ages sometimes shifting depending on the ruler) to serve the sultanate. Ausgezeichnet.
I don't know why my aunt thinks I'm a square. Forced conscription has always been hep, yo.
