Three days with the same headache. No, not what one of my staff has been lately, but an actual three day headache. It's barely tolerable on a normal day, but today, not so much. It is currently 100.9* in my office, according the the standard kitchen issue digital instant read thermometer. I don't know if that knowledge has increased the intensity or not. Mind over matter and even if I mind, it doesn't matter. Luckily, I can bail out of here shortly. There are no events over the long weekend, so my work here is done, so to speak.
It has been a busy week. We've had three solid days of service, all with mixed reviews. Well, mixed from me. I've gone between loving what we've done, to thinking we could be doing so much more. Add to that the recovery from our event last Friday night, dealing with a broken airscreen cooler and meetings, meetings, meetings. Oh, and did I mention, being short a dishwasher.
It was a fine time to lose yet another dishwasher. I had just completed the $300 Department of Homeland Security background/alien checks, when the dishwasher didn't show up for shift. Oh what fun. This makes the third in three years. Batting 1.000%, we are. Nothing like going through all the paperwork, fees and so forth to have someone no call, no show, their way out the door. If you are going to pull that stunt, why bother showing up for the gig in the first place? Why would you waste your own time, let alone anyone else's. The job is hard. We are right up front with that. You will be bending, lifting, getting wet, sweaty, in short; you're going to bust your ass for crappy pay. Maybe it's like the Greenhorn Syndrome on Deadliest Catch; you're going to be the best one ever, until you have to actually do the work.
It has been a busy week. We've had three solid days of service, all with mixed reviews. Well, mixed from me. I've gone between loving what we've done, to thinking we could be doing so much more. Add to that the recovery from our event last Friday night, dealing with a broken airscreen cooler and meetings, meetings, meetings. Oh, and did I mention, being short a dishwasher.
It was a fine time to lose yet another dishwasher. I had just completed the $300 Department of Homeland Security background/alien checks, when the dishwasher didn't show up for shift. Oh what fun. This makes the third in three years. Batting 1.000%, we are. Nothing like going through all the paperwork, fees and so forth to have someone no call, no show, their way out the door. If you are going to pull that stunt, why bother showing up for the gig in the first place? Why would you waste your own time, let alone anyone else's. The job is hard. We are right up front with that. You will be bending, lifting, getting wet, sweaty, in short; you're going to bust your ass for crappy pay. Maybe it's like the Greenhorn Syndrome on Deadliest Catch; you're going to be the best one ever, until you have to actually do the work.
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