Thursday, August 04, 2005
Sleeping at 100mph
Lately, work has been a mess. Literally. I have been coming home later than usual after work because all the clean-up has us running our legs off. I can't even think to put two sentences together for my 'blog because my brain is so addled that my tongue thinks its numb. We are very short staffed, having lost two employees in the last two weeks, and somehow, the idea of hiring new staff seems to have escaped the management. The fact that this is the week that the world gets paid doesn't phase them, and the regional manager is complaining because the store isn't as "impeccable" as usual, but then he has a strange notion that we can twitch our noses a la Samantha (Bewitched) and have everything ship shape and Bristol fashion. We have had two delivery trucks this week totalling over 300 boxes, which still haven't been completely put out on the floor since we are understaffed. And since we are a mall store, we are getting ready to observe the hours for the "tax-free weekend" and will be staying open an hour later this weekend even though the items we sell do not apply to the "no-tax" special. To heavily slather the icing on the cake, the customers, who usually make a mess, God Bless them, are becoming like locusts. They come in, take everything out of the packages and throw them all over the floor. Nothing remains on the shelf for which it was intended and I've found curtains tossed in the pillow bins, on the shower curtain wall, stuffed in the comfortor sections, and wadded up outside their packages amongst the place mats.
Whew! Now that I've got the "work stress" out, I would like to lighten the mood. Karim and I discovered a cafe today that we really liked. Texans KNOW how to make Chicken Fried Steak. This meal came with the most wonderful CFS that I have ever eaten, along with REAL mashed potatoes, two vegetables, dinner rolls AND corn muffins for only 5.99. I was not only impressed, but needed a shoe horn to get back out of the building and into the car. That was lunch. It is now 11:00 PM and neither of us wants dinner. Needless to say, we will be returning to this little cafe. It is called "Richey's Country Cookin' ". And it's Texas Country all the way. This was the first Chicken Fried Steak Karim has ever had, and he couldn't get over the fact that it wasn't actually chicken. He kept asking me, "Are you SURE it isn't chicken?" "Yes, Honey, I'm pretty sure it's beef."
