When I started six months ago The Mundane Manager handed me a pair of Tim Horton's pants that smelled like a lingering fart in a musty basement. The pants didn't have a button above the zipper, either.
The smell is a little better after many washes, but the button is still missing.
And without a button, my zipper is almost always either down, or on the way down. I would estimate that I have probably handed out around 1,000 coffees with my zipper completely down.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
weird-o
Some weird-o pulls up to the intercom. He's ordering and ordering, but I can't hear him because his obnoxious diesel truck engine is louder than a Spinal Tab concert.
"Can you please pull up, sir? I can't hear you," I say.
"Why can't you hear me? You're the only one that can't hear me over my engine," he says at the window, and then proceeds to rev the engine. I start to think that the problem with his guy isn't under his hood, but in his trousers.
"Can you please pull up, sir? I can't hear you," I say.
"Why can't you hear me? You're the only one that can't hear me over my engine," he says at the window, and then proceeds to rev the engine. I start to think that the problem with his guy isn't under his hood, but in his trousers.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
arby's sandwich
Zen Buddha brought this Arby's into work last night, but she didn't eat it right away. Around 2 a.m. she decided that it was go time, time to eat her roast beef sandwich.
"Fire, oh my god there is a fire," I heard Zen Buddha yelling.
I turned around to see ZB fling open the microwave. Inside her roast beef sandwich was on fire and still in the metallic wrapping.
"Oh, I forgot that I left the wrapping on."
"Fire, oh my god there is a fire," I heard Zen Buddha yelling.
I turned around to see ZB fling open the microwave. Inside her roast beef sandwich was on fire and still in the metallic wrapping.
"Oh, I forgot that I left the wrapping on."
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
unmarked van is a-rockin'
When I came into work the other day - grumpy and angry because I had to work - one of the daytime girls got all up in my grill, as she calls it.
"Guess what gangsta?" said the daytime girl, who, on a side note, is a very tiny, teenage white girl.
"What?"
"You don't have to be so mean, geeze, but I will tell you, anyway. There was like this white unmarked van sitting in the parking lot for like a whole hour. And no one from inside the van came in and ordered anything, then, a lady got out of the van to use our bathroom. Then the van just like drove off."
"So you think that they were doing some hard-core banging in the van?" I asked.
"God, like why do you have to put it that way? But yeah, I do. Gross, huh?"
"Everybody has urges, you know? And I'm glad the Tim Horton's parking lot can provide a safe haven for those urges."
"Like, totally, gross."
"Guess what gangsta?" said the daytime girl, who, on a side note, is a very tiny, teenage white girl.
"What?"
"You don't have to be so mean, geeze, but I will tell you, anyway. There was like this white unmarked van sitting in the parking lot for like a whole hour. And no one from inside the van came in and ordered anything, then, a lady got out of the van to use our bathroom. Then the van just like drove off."
"So you think that they were doing some hard-core banging in the van?" I asked.
"God, like why do you have to put it that way? But yeah, I do. Gross, huh?"
"Everybody has urges, you know? And I'm glad the Tim Horton's parking lot can provide a safe haven for those urges."
"Like, totally, gross."
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
courtesy patrol van
One of those Courtesy Patrol Vans rolled up to the drive-thru window. The guy inside had ordered a large double-double.
"Can you put a sleeve on that," said the dude, then he handed me his money. "Wait, is the coffee hot?"
"Yeah, it's kind of hot," I said. Now, I said, "kind of hot," because there were two creams in it. Black coffee is really hot. A double-double is "kind of hot."
"No, never mind," he said. "I want my money back."
"Really? The coffee is fresh. I just..."
"Give me my money," he interrupted, then reached for his money that was still in my hand. "The last couple of times that I have been to Tim Hortons the coffee hasn't been hot. Give me my money. My coffee has to be hot and I am in a hurry. Now, give me my money."
"You aren't very nice," I said, then handed him back his money. My comment stunned The Courtesy Patrol Van dude, so he didn't start yelling at me until I had already closed the window and was waving goodbye to him.
It is now possible, and kind of likely, that The Mundane Manager will receive a phone call from The Courtesy Patrol Van dude in the near future.
"Can you put a sleeve on that," said the dude, then he handed me his money. "Wait, is the coffee hot?"
"Yeah, it's kind of hot," I said. Now, I said, "kind of hot," because there were two creams in it. Black coffee is really hot. A double-double is "kind of hot."
"No, never mind," he said. "I want my money back."
"Really? The coffee is fresh. I just..."
"Give me my money," he interrupted, then reached for his money that was still in my hand. "The last couple of times that I have been to Tim Hortons the coffee hasn't been hot. Give me my money. My coffee has to be hot and I am in a hurry. Now, give me my money."
"You aren't very nice," I said, then handed him back his money. My comment stunned The Courtesy Patrol Van dude, so he didn't start yelling at me until I had already closed the window and was waving goodbye to him.
It is now possible, and kind of likely, that The Mundane Manager will receive a phone call from The Courtesy Patrol Van dude in the near future.
Monday, January 7, 2008
roast beef
The other night Zen Buddha walked toward me with one of her eyes twitching and she was foaming at the mouth.
"I think that we are going to start making roast beef sandwiches pretty soon," she said. "There is a new button on the ovens for roast beef."
"Do you think that is a good thing?"
"Yes, it will be great. I will have one everyday that I work."
"What else do you put on a roast beef sandwich besides roast beef?" I asked because I have never had a roast beef sandwich. I was vegetarian for two years of my life and I still really eat beef.
"I might put some cheddar cheese and hot sauce on it."
At that point, I realized that I better choose my words wisely because Zen Buddha is going to have a heart attack in a couple years. She already eats breakfast sandwiches without the bun, just sausage, egg, cheese, and hot sauce. She eats two of those every morning.
"Let the force be with you, Zen Buddha," I said and then got back to cleaning.
"I think that we are going to start making roast beef sandwiches pretty soon," she said. "There is a new button on the ovens for roast beef."
"Do you think that is a good thing?"
"Yes, it will be great. I will have one everyday that I work."
"What else do you put on a roast beef sandwich besides roast beef?" I asked because I have never had a roast beef sandwich. I was vegetarian for two years of my life and I still really eat beef.
"I might put some cheddar cheese and hot sauce on it."
At that point, I realized that I better choose my words wisely because Zen Buddha is going to have a heart attack in a couple years. She already eats breakfast sandwiches without the bun, just sausage, egg, cheese, and hot sauce. She eats two of those every morning.
"Let the force be with you, Zen Buddha," I said and then got back to cleaning.
the zipper from hell
In the bitter cold I strapped on my new coat and set out to dispose of the trash - six bags full and 15 folded up boxes. As I was taking out the first load I noticed that the zipper on my coat had gravitated upward, leaving an unzipped area at the bottom - not good. When I tried to force the zipper back down it was stuck. Again, and again, and again I tried to set the zipper right in the bitter cold, no use.
Eureka! I got the bright idea to pull the zipper all up, even though it wasn't catching properly. So now, the zipper was all the way up and my coat was fully unzipped. I figured the zipper would unhinge at the top. I was wrong. It was even more stuck. I yanked, pulled, adjusted, re-adjusted, no use. My fingers were popsicles. My demeanor was low.
I now realized that my head wasn't going to fit through the hole. To make matters worse I was still wearing my headset, which was now lodged in my coat's head hole. I began to panic. I starting flanging around in the parking lot trying to get my coat off. Finally, I riped the headset loose and threw it to the ground. Next came my Tim Horton's visor and my hair net, but still my coat was stuck.
Slowly, I began to stretch the coat opening over my head, but as it started to go over my head it was riping strains of my hair out of my head. I hated everything at this point. I got the coat off. I was super stressed. I took a half an hour break. I didn't speak and I made Zen Buddha take all the orders.
Eureka! I got the bright idea to pull the zipper all up, even though it wasn't catching properly. So now, the zipper was all the way up and my coat was fully unzipped. I figured the zipper would unhinge at the top. I was wrong. It was even more stuck. I yanked, pulled, adjusted, re-adjusted, no use. My fingers were popsicles. My demeanor was low.
I now realized that my head wasn't going to fit through the hole. To make matters worse I was still wearing my headset, which was now lodged in my coat's head hole. I began to panic. I starting flanging around in the parking lot trying to get my coat off. Finally, I riped the headset loose and threw it to the ground. Next came my Tim Horton's visor and my hair net, but still my coat was stuck.
Slowly, I began to stretch the coat opening over my head, but as it started to go over my head it was riping strains of my hair out of my head. I hated everything at this point. I got the coat off. I was super stressed. I took a half an hour break. I didn't speak and I made Zen Buddha take all the orders.
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