because i don't fuck around.

I walk into work yesterday and i'm assigned to the milk box, no surprise. I check the schd and see that KMac (who orders said box) is on register all night. 'Maybe she just needs a break.' i think, as i make my way to the back where upon i discover there is a milk left. It apparently hasn't been touched since i left it last night. 'I guss we're short staffed,' is my rational. KMac is actually already there, because someone had some common sense dropped on them and realized in order to sell our products they should probs be out on the shelf. She is soon covered with Goat Milk because someone apparently dropped a box of it, then put it back on the rack. Appropriately I pointed and laughed, then helped her clean it up.

I'm in the box all night, except a brief interlude in which i write my 26 page order, the whole time being approached by customers and a certain full timer who keeps reminding me of the crapptastic state of the milk box (delaying my order writing). And, ya know, what do you want me to do? I got it, we're fucked. Memo received. Do YOU want to write this order? or maybe we'll just zero it out for tomorrow. Cool?

So we finish the box at 11, and i walk over to grocery and it's 1/4 of the way done. I don't work grocery, but am instead asked to face the rest of the store, and i think 'Ok, i don't understand, but i'll do it, whatever.' Eventually I start facing salsa and see that someone's been stockpiling it in the back someplace so it's over ordered, there's none on the shelf, but there is a case each of:
sun dried tomatoes,
roasted red peppers,
red and yellow peppers,
products that belong three other places in the store that are not the salsa shelf. I just don't know what to say anymore. This cannot be rationalized and i have reached the point that all i can do is laugh, fill a shopping cart with said products, and go face dried fruit and nuts (where i cannot find the dried pineapple rings, and am like, 'Ok pineapple, you tell me.').

Today i went to class and my teacher who spends 3/4 of class talking about herself gives us a midterm 'review' sheet, half of which we have never seen before. Suddenly there are vocabulary words we were supposed to learn? "Oh i told you about them before, i'm sure." Uhhh, bull shit. I'm sorry Doc, but it is BLATANTLY obvious you already had this test, realized we hadn't learned everything, then just tossed it at us on this review sheet. Thanks.

I think what i'm trying to say here is, DON'T HALF ASS YOUR FUCKING JOB. If you half ass what you have to do i don't even want to know what your private life is like. And if you realize you are doing that, then you need to have a talk with the man in the mirror, because it's time to make a fucking change. If it is your job: find a new one; if it's not your job then take the time to figure out what the fuck it is, because you're fucking everyone over.

I dropped some g's for this class and it's a complete waste of time, I have other things i could be doing. You may not realize this Doc, but your life is boring, and i'm tired of being forced to hear about it.

Because i don't fuck around i made a Philly cheese-steak from scratch, which is no joke in calories or difficulty.

Bread: hot out of the oven
Broccoli Rab, but with WAY more garlic, also lemon:


Meat: Shaved steak marinated in olive oil, salata, y peppery (next time i think soyaki).


Roasted red peppers marinated in garlic and olive oil:

and to top it off, Provolone Cheese Sauce:


and if you think that's fucking around, i just don't know what isn't.