I am working far more than usual lately. I am also preparing for company, from out of town. This means I should unpack. Here’s some pics from my really suburb job to count as a post for the silly blog-every-day thing I maybe should have not thought to do.
When you sign in for your shift, there is a note to the employees who work at the restaurant. The note usually says something like, “Remember the upcoming meeting” or “Tell your tables about today’s special.” This is the current note.
The person who wrote the eff bomb note is very organized. All her drawers have listed on them what they contain. This is one of the drawers.
The Lions Club (the people who sell packages of mints) are in town for a convention. There are 20,000 club members milling around downtown Minneapolis. Today, that held a parade. It last OVER FOUR HOURS. We were quite slow during the parade, so I walked outside to see the sight. Here’s the clog wearing Lions.
This, is my boss. He is a brilliant chef who obsesses over Hell, hence the name of the restaurant.
Someone came and made balloon animals here the other week. I don’t think they were asked to, they just did. The bartender modified this balloon poodle.
Until Monday, my posts may be sparse. I will be too busy laughing and catching up.