Go me.

*yawns*

Worked ten to six today. I felt like we were shorthanded by the time Kelly came in at six, but Mike told me to leave anyway. I knew the fridge was stocked, we had two of every drink made.

Steve (the GM) was working a doubleshift because Angie had to GOTO the hospital earlier today. *frowns* I hope she’s okay. So Steve was talking to me about how I’ve done so far, and he said that he’s been impressed with my performance so far. He asked whether I’m comfortable with how much I’ve been working. I said I seem to be doing 32 hours or five days a week, and I’d like to work more. Maybe six days a week. (Though, if I did five days, eight hours a day, I could hit an even forty.) He said that he would be moving me to earlier in the day. He originally had me on nights in the hopes that my “consciousness” would rub off on the other n00bs. *snickers*

So yeah, apparently, I’m well-liked. Brandon told me that the managers were talking about me, and it was all good things. Yay for me.

I was in the fridge doing a chore for Steve. Namely, cleaning off all the damn wire racks. He was explaining that the orange cartons are for Via Panera. (As opposed to the overpriced Orange Jews that we pour out of a gallon jug.) He said that what’s-her-name is the Via Panera specialist, or head of it, or something – if I ever have to do a Via Panera, get her or one of the managers. He said something about how he had a brainstorm and that he might get me “in on that”. I’m.. not sure what he meant by that, but okay!

It’s different working during daylight hours. Namely, how the light shines into the restaurant. Or so it feels. I’m not sure whether it’s ambient light, or whether the light actually shines in. During the day, you’re focused on maintaining the status quo. Keeping coffees up. Taking customers as they come in. During closing, you’re more focused on cleaning up, restocking, and.. praying you don’t get more people? It’s a more somber mood in the restaurant.

A girl came in asking for associate Mike. (As opposed to Manager Mike.) ..Short blurb on Mike. He was in a car accident a year or two ago. He wasn’t supposed to walk or pee straight? He has a nasty scar on his belly. He hobbles. Well. I remember the other night when we were closing, he was behind on everything. He’s a nice guy, sure, I just don’t think he’s all there, sometimes.

So Brandon and I were commenting on how a guy like Mike could get a hot girl like her interested in him. I said to Brandon, “Well, I consider myself a sexy beast, yet I don’t get the honeys.” Yes, I said honeys. Completely for comic effect, I assure you. Brandon laughed and agreed, he considers himself sexy, but doesn’t get the hot honeys. ..*laughs*

Steve asked if I’d mind working a little earlier on Saturday. I said I wouldn’t mind. I checked the schedule before I left, as Manager Mike pointed out, I’m working eight to four. Knowing how the shifts go, I should just catch the closers as they come in.

*yawns*

On second thought, I’m glad I went home and didn’t close. *laughs* I’m ten minutes short of 60 hours, over two weeks. After Saturday, I should have around 68 hours. Go me. Damn the two week paycycle.

Hey, Mary, tell me what things you don’t know how to do yet. Or things I know how to do that you don’t know. *snickers* How can they not trust you as much as they trust me? DUDE. Steve almost had me GOTO the bank for him. But then Andrew wandered in, even though he wasn’t working today. So he went instead. DaRn. See, the bank is RIGHT THERE, so going to the bank isn’t a big deal.

According to Cliff, they’ll be building another Panera by the Rockaway Mall – he was harassing Steve about whether he could have first dibs on working there. Ha ha. I don’t know why he’d want to do that. I know where Cliff lives. (Remember kids, the Cliff I work with is not my Cliff. My Cliff is the Wise Janitor.) And for Cliff to drive down to Rockaway doesn’t make much sense.

*yawns*

I still need to deposit my last check. I was talking to Emily last night about building a computer, and she pointed me to http://www.colorcases.com. I think if I could get a case and a power supply, I could will myself to find the rest online – motherboard, CPU w/heatsink, etc. For those that are wondering, Lisa Electron’s case is a piece of shit. It’s ugly, and more important, there’s no front USB ports. Ideally, I’ll also have front headphone jacks. Also, I engraved Lisa’s name on the case, and.. Lisa’s dead. I will start anew.

I figure, I can buy a case, motherboard, CPU, RAM, and pretty much canabalize the rest of Lisa Electron. I can use my old CD-ROM and slow CD-RW until I buy a decent CD burner, and a DVD player. I don’t think I need a DVD burner. Yet, at least. Canabalize the 3.5 floppy, modem, and network card. If there’s a video jack on the motherboard, I could use it in the interim before I buy an actual video card that will make it rox0r. Stuff. A sound card and good speakers will probably be the last things I buy. I’ve never had good speakers before!

Anyway, since I’m actually awake when my parents are, I told them I’m free tomorrow to go out to dinner with them, if they want to. Open-ended invitation. Might as well do SOMETHING with my day, as I know my Cliff is a little occupied this week.

My parent’s computer isn’t bad, it’s just underutilized. I’ve considered giving it more RAM, and a cheap PCI video card (which would ACTUALLY improve performance), but I decided to save my money and spend it on myself. *snickers* That is to say, the integrated graphics on this system can barely scratch out a game of Star Trek Armada with the graphics turned down.