The Week of "NOOOOOOOOO"s
Yeah, it's been one of those weeks. One where no matter what happens something, or in my case, nearly everything, seems to go wrong. The one week a year when you have shopping, cooking, a job, and a house to run, then add another 100 things on your to do list. When you've finished making your list, and you start on your first event, then realize your boss can not move their leg, and goes out sick. You now have to run the rest of the busiest week of the year alone, and with your boss in a wheelchair for a while. That makes my week.
With five events on the list for this week, and my boss completely out for three, and in a wheelchair for the last one, things tend to get a little hectic. I went from my happy little job as kitchen minion, to kitchen director on the craziest week of our year. The one we have to run entirely. Our first event was a 70 guest count dinner which we managed to make it most of the way though. On my way over to my office, I found my boss standing in the hallway on one foot leaning against the wall. She couldn't move because her leg had decided to just stop. I ran to grab one of our office chairs and got her settled into it while she called her husband to pick her up. With her out, that meant I had to take over the next three events on my own. The first of which was a 30 guest count and the second 120 guest count, both on the same day at different times. The third is tomorrow, and is only coffee (thank heavens as we have prep for the final event). The final event takes place on Friday. This event I am decorating two of the 40 tables, and cooking. With (we will call her Director) out for the most part, and stuck in a wheel chair, I still get to (and I say that sarcastically) mostly play director. I really hate that job. Can I do it? Yes. Do I want to? NOT A CHANCE IN HELL...or heaven for that matter. It's not that eventually I wouldn't want to be, it's just I like my job right now. It's entertaining to be a little minion. While sometimes, I have to work crappy hours, and get the crap stuff to do, I still enjoy what I do enough to stick with it. I love the people I work with...well mostly...and love what I do, so it all rounds out. In the end, I don't want her job.
So that's been my week of nooo's. Besides the stores not having what I needed (I improvised), the house being a mess (I haven't been home to clean), and the stupid monthly issues (which I am finally over), and of course all the other stupid everyday crap everyone has to deal with. Well, I have to prep tomorrow for our last event so it's off to bed with me. Sleep good world, and all who are in it!
With five events on the list for this week, and my boss completely out for three, and in a wheelchair for the last one, things tend to get a little hectic. I went from my happy little job as kitchen minion, to kitchen director on the craziest week of our year. The one we have to run entirely. Our first event was a 70 guest count dinner which we managed to make it most of the way though. On my way over to my office, I found my boss standing in the hallway on one foot leaning against the wall. She couldn't move because her leg had decided to just stop. I ran to grab one of our office chairs and got her settled into it while she called her husband to pick her up. With her out, that meant I had to take over the next three events on my own. The first of which was a 30 guest count and the second 120 guest count, both on the same day at different times. The third is tomorrow, and is only coffee (thank heavens as we have prep for the final event). The final event takes place on Friday. This event I am decorating two of the 40 tables, and cooking. With (we will call her Director) out for the most part, and stuck in a wheel chair, I still get to (and I say that sarcastically) mostly play director. I really hate that job. Can I do it? Yes. Do I want to? NOT A CHANCE IN HELL...or heaven for that matter. It's not that eventually I wouldn't want to be, it's just I like my job right now. It's entertaining to be a little minion. While sometimes, I have to work crappy hours, and get the crap stuff to do, I still enjoy what I do enough to stick with it. I love the people I work with...well mostly...and love what I do, so it all rounds out. In the end, I don't want her job.
So that's been my week of nooo's. Besides the stores not having what I needed (I improvised), the house being a mess (I haven't been home to clean), and the stupid monthly issues (which I am finally over), and of course all the other stupid everyday crap everyone has to deal with. Well, I have to prep tomorrow for our last event so it's off to bed with me. Sleep good world, and all who are in it!
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