random work thoughts

I haven't been on headset for the last two days. GO ME! ^_^

Written last night:

Random moments...

My old crush, Tim, came through the drive-thru the other day. (If you weren't reading my LJ then, I'm pretty sure he has a tag.) Had a girl with him. Didn't feel a damn thing, other than curiosity. On the other hand, Brad came through a few weeks ago and was all, "Hey! How are ya?" He got his food handed to him, a "thanks!" and the window slammed shut. Darn him to heck. Tim never knew how I felt about him. Brad TOYED with me. *resentment*

I just spent the last hour or so rereading conversations I had with Hobbity around the time Mirielle was born. I was on Jason and Alicia's computer so I could use DLBE chat. Good times, good times... Hobbity: We SO need to resurrect that Cult of Lij idea! ZOMG! (as I said that night)

Lucky, one of the girls from work, came up to me when I was ordering my dinner Friday night and thanked me for inventing my potato bowl. (Which, FYI, is a double order of Cheesy Fiesta Potatos minus the sour cream and green onions, put into a Border Bowl bowl. But I just ring up the ingredients--two sides of potatoes and two pumps of nacho cheese--and it only costs me 60¢ after my employee discount. If you tried to order it anywhere other than our Taco Bell, and maybe even there if you didn't call it Strobel's Potato Bowl, it would probably cost you around $2.50.) She called it orgasmic... I have to agree. Potatoes and nacho cheese: so simple, so delicious. ^_^ (Was kind of annoyed when Hannah chimed in with "Yeah, thanks! I always eat what you eat!" >_< There's reasonable adoption of a brilliant idea, and then there's just plain not being capable of sustaining your own separate personality.) Anyway, the point of this whole ramble is that it was nice to have someone appreciate my genius for once. ^_^ That and I think every fast food restaurant should have a special combo created by each employee that's worked there six months or more. Mine would be said potato bowl, and my special quesadilla, with a large drink. Robert has a particular burrito, Nico's invented a couple of different things, the most popular being his Baja Nachos. When Wes worked there his trademark was steamed-not-grilled quesadillas wrapped like burritos and chicken Meximelts with jalapeno sauce on them. Miss Sharon orders her taco filling in a bowl, with the crunchy shell separate. (I wonder how she actually eats it. I haven't a clue.) The point is, the thing Nico said to me early on is very true: The longer you work at Taco Bell (and presumably any restaurant), the more complicated your order gets. (My Steak House "usual" has already moved from just a burger with only cheese and pickle to a burger, medium well, with only cheese and pickle, on an untoasted bun.)

And even though it's only quarter to one, I'm freaking tired and have to get up at 7:30. Damn day shift. I'm going to go to sleep, even though odds are Nico's going to call me when he gets home. Whatever. Keep your stick on the ice. The randomness shall continue later.

(Bonus points to anyone who can pick up on the reference in the last paragraph!)

QUIZZES!

( QUIZZES! OMG several weeks' worth of 'em... )

Hee

Before I forget that I have this pic... 


(click to fullsize) This was taken when we went to go see my grandparents a month or so ago.
Back row, left to right:
Uncle Kurt, who looks like Caroll O'Connor, IMHO.
My mom.
My Aunt Laura, whose house we were at, whose house I want to live in. It PAYS to marry a rich doctor, lol.
My Uncle Jimmy, who shares my penchant for witty t-shirts and is a lot cooler than I remember him being when I was a kid.
Front row, left to right:
My Aunt Connie, who's really spacy and odd and hippie-ish, lol. But I want that shirt she's wearing!
My grandparents Duncan and Grace, who I heart to death.

last post today, I swear

Go Wikipedia. (I shot that on November 15th, lol.)