The cooks, yes, the brainiacs who are somewhat responsible for the countdown, started thinking for themselves tonight. They are not qualified to do any thinking on their own.
For years and years we served sandwiches, burgers and such in baskets. Then one day someone complained and, holy shit, we had to start serving them on the round plates. The round plates are heavier and harder to carry than the baskets, which results in more trips to a table, but the customers are wowed because the food looks better on a plate than in a basket.
Tonight the cooks decided to start putting the burgers on the big, oval platters. The fuckers weigh a ton. The only way I can carry 4 at a time is if I’m not going very far. If I try to carry 4 of them to the tables by the windows, I’m walking on my knees by the time I get there.
I mentioned this to one of the cooks and he said they wanted the food to look nicer. I said they should keep in mind that most of us can only carry 3 ovals at a time and it will slow things down, not to mention making our work more back breaking. He started telling me all the reasons why it was better and I cut him off and said, “You’re absolutely right. I don’t care what you do ‘cuz I’m gone in 6 days. Have fun wearing out your waitstaff.”
There is such a freedom in being able to say stuff like that or to not have to worry about the latest idiocy.
Things I Won’t Miss
5. These fucking people. If I never see these people again, it will be too soon. I don’t think I have to worry about seeing them at the new place, since it’s out of their price range.
There are so many more I could list, but I want to wipe them from my memory.