The Reaction From The Gallery

Grand Theft Rob: I cooked at Jack - try having 35 burgers, 10 chicken sandwiches, 2 sourdoughs, a fajita, and then having more orders that don't even show on the screen
Jaybatdel97: Good God.
Jaybatdel97: But for the same person?
Grand Theft Rob: yep, by myself. And I've handled even worse than that.
Grand Theft Rob: um....
Grand Theft Rob: We got ...40,50,60 dollar orders on ocasion
Grand Theft Rob: not that often, but it did happen. It'd be like seven, eight, nine bags of food.
Jaybatdel97: Thankfully, the highest dollar amount I've seen is roughly $30 thereabouts.
Grand Theft Rob: We got one walkin order for 20 #7s (Bacon Ultimate - that is 40 PIECES OF MEAT.) one time.
Jaybatdel97: Wow... was he feeding a basketball team or something?
Grand Theft Rob: I didn't take the order, so I didn't ask. I was on the fryers, so I dropped three baskets of fries and then went to help the cook.
Grand Theft Rob: Michelle, as it happened. She looked up - heh. I still remember that look she gave me. "Is this a joke?" "Me: nope. It's fah real." Her: unprintable."
Grand Theft Rob: at least she had me to back her up - a lot of times I was on the grill and if Michelle or Rick or Linda wasn't around, none of the assholes would help me if I was getting slaughtered.
Jaybatdel97: I feel your pain, brah. I feel your pain.
Jaybatdel97: We're still missing somebody from the staff, and it's causing even the other steady performer on the line not to help me if I'm being slaughtered.
Grand Theft Rob: I hated that shit - the same people that would SCREAM at me to help them if they were cooking would just look at me like "where's MAH FOOD?" if I was cooking. And the damnest thing is when I'd look at them like they were a fucking clown shoe, they'd get mad
Grand Theft Rob: like they were fucking blind and couldn't see me running around trying to do 20 things at once
Grand Theft Rob: the horror-laden world of fast food.
Grand Theft Rob: at least you can come home to sat TV now!
Jaybatdel97: Yes yes yo.

All Right, So Jackie Brown Sucked, But This Is Good, Really

Wonder of wonders, the theater in this two-horse town actually picked up the second half of #4 for Quentin Tarantino, and I just came back from seeing it. It answers a number of questions the first film asked, such as...

• What is The Bride's real name?


• Does The Bride get to kill Bill?


• Will Quentin Tarantino appear in this story as a character?


• How did Elle Driver lose her right eye?


• If all the women in the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad have snake names, then what are Budd's and Bill's?


• And the big question posed by Bill at the end of Vol. 1 (no, I ain't gonna tell you what it was!)

There's one part in the movie that my man Chuck Blend (for many years, the purveyor of Mandatory Maison Ikkoku at Texas A&M) would call "a very nice sequence", though. As for the soundtrack, there's not that many reach-out-and-smack-you-with-its-awesomeness songs on there like there was in Vol. 1. The one that stands out now would be the song that plays when The Bride squares off against her would-be sifu, Pai Mei, for the first time.

All in all, Quentin Tarantino is back with a vengeance.

Simply Point, Grunt, And Enjoy For Lunch Or Dinner

As the title of this piece suggests, I feel like griping about work today. I seem to be getting an inordinate amount of people wandering through my line with Big-Ass Orders, i.e. the kind that make you think somebody's ordering chow for an entire ship's division. I mean, a bunch of people get their combo dinners and head home, and I can respect that. But lately, I've been getting the kind of muthafuggas who open things up with "Let me get a Dinner For Two and a Dinner For Four" or, worse yet, they just start tacking on king-size portions of food a la carte until they've ordered enough for four or more. CRIMINY.

Now y'all know why I didn't rate as a cook.

Finally...

As I predicted earlier, I now have honest-to-God satellite programming in my room. I turned on the TV for ha-has and saw Macross Plus on it. Life is good.

Now if some kind soul with a good deal of disposable income would be so kind as to buy me this...

Update to "Dishmover My Butt"

Well, it turns out I have a dish receiver in my room now, but it does NOT pick up any channels that the other two receivers do. Dad is looking into it, but I expect a turnaround time of, oh, say, end of this week.

Cockbite Quote of the Indeterminate Time Period

"I'm a nice guy when I'm not being an asshole."

I Knew My Mom Was A Hot Lady, But This Is Ridiculous

Easter festivities at Chez Ramsperger have been cancelled on account of Mom burning up with fever. And just when the focus of conversation at work was said Easter festivities. I had picked up extra Easter candy on account of a distinct lack of fresh Cadbury Creme Eggs, which has through this purchase, been rectified. That's the best part of Easter since the egg hunts fell off around my neck of the woods, and I don't know any retailer around here that's doing egg hunts for adults like the one I heard about on the Eyewitness Newsreel last night (up in some Eastern state with jewelry inside the eggs). Le sigh.

I Do Have My Moments

Most of the time, I'm afflicted by the syndrome of witty remarks coming to mind roughly five to fifteen minutes after the perfect time for them. But when I'm on my game, I come up with gems such as this one...

Customer (upon seeing my grimacing): Must be having one of those days your mother didn't tell you you'd have...
Me: Actually, Mother did tell me I'd have days like this. I just wasn't expecting four of them all at once.

I broke said customer, not to mention the cockbite, up with laughter at that one.

Happy Easter, Blog Nation... now enjoy Nickelback.

Dishmover My Butt

We are more or less settled into the new place, but we still don't have our satellite hook-up yet! And the slackasses down our way have us pencilled in all right... for NEXT. WEEK.

Dish Network: Great shows, but God help you if you ever move!