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100 days of school = 100 ___________ in a ziploc.

I swear-I think the homework that Isaac has is meant to be sweet revenge for all of the insane things I’ve assigned over the years in the name of education.

This year, by district rules, Kindergarten kids are supposed to have 15 minutes of homework a week. Our wonderful Kindergarten teacher (bless her-she does AM and PM kindergarten…) decided that their weekly sharing would be their homework. This is due to the fact that it works on public speaking, ect.

My darling child has no problem with this. We’re a far cry from 3 years ago when he said one word and would just melt down…now, we can’t get him to shut up…must be the ADHD. Yeah, that’s it…the ADHD. But, I digress…

So, we’ve been plodding along with the LAME sharing topics (my name is special because, I can, tell a joke -see? LAME!!) and I’ve been begging for a more homework like experience for Isaac. He needs to have more than his sharing, which, like Mami-he does on the fly-he gets his sharing and nails it down as he runs out the door for the bus.

Maybe he got my talent for Extemporaneous speaking-heck…it’ll serve him well if our district STILL has a speech and debate team…I did go to a tourney there once…I think I even placed…but again, I digress.

This week’s sharing has to do with the 100th day of school. I have no clue why this is such a big thing. I just don’t get it-classes are now celebrating being in school 100 days. Umm…I was always on the countdown…80 more to go! (A school year in New York is 180 days…)
But they celebrate it and do lots of things with the number 100.

We got a note home from our darling Kindergarten teacher that for sharing this week, each student had to come in with 100 items that fit in a gallon ziploc bag. Yeah. a gallon ziploc bag. I was less than thrilled.

So, I got to thinking…what can fit in a bag….what can I get 100 of on the cheap or even free?

Some good friends of mine were coming up with AWESOME ideas-100 grains of rice, 100 pasta noodles, 100 q tips…

But hrm…we have to be different. Seriously. It’s almost a preoccupation of mine.

Last night, I decided to hit the craft store on the hunt for the 100 items. I was thinking buttons, pom poms, googly eyes, pipe cleaners…anything that was cheap and different.

I stopped in at the ‘bux I used to sling at to clear my head and see if some friends were working, and I encountered MichyMoo and Big W! NICE!

So, they asked me what was new, and I began to lament this insane 100 day project. MichyMoo who has two kids who have been through this before, laughed and knew exactly what I was talking about.

I looked at Big W on the bar and said “So, W, got 100 coffee beans?”

Now, mind you…this was sarcastic and offhanded. I did not expect him to go into the bin of coffee beans that were going to be chucked and fill a pastry bag with them!

I left with my latte, and Isaac’s 100 day project covered! WOOHOO!

I came home and met up with the boys, and counted the coffee beans as required with the shrimp. (we had to put them into bundles of 10 and count the 10 bundles by 10!) and into the ziploc they went.

I swear, this is Karmic revenge for all of the random projects that I’ve given over the years.

but we have our 100 coffee beans in the ziploc ready to go!

gotta love the awesomeness of the green apron!

February 7, 2010 at 2:16 pm Leave a comment

Monday Mornings-Post last shift

I’ve been asked by a few people if I’m ok with not working at the ‘bux anymore. Frankly, I can’t be more ok with it after what happened this weekend. I’m now glad to have the weekends to myself again and not doing a straight 6 day week. I don’t have to deal with post menapausal women on power trips and then the people who have been there so long that they just don’t want to anymore. I’m seriously glad I’m done. I won’t have to endure the yahoos of the world aruging with me about a .30 syrup addition and their cards not working because they forgot to reload them.

It’s been a wild ride, and would I ever go back? Sure. Fast paced, hectic, hilarious-I’d totally go back. Would I go back to my old store? Probably not unless a few people were gone. There are enough stores in the area that I can find one that I would fit in with.

It’s not the end of the world. Frankly, the more I think about it, the less of the end of the world it is. I was really sick of black and khaki. Really.

March 30, 2009 at 10:27 am Leave a comment

Green Apron Tales-I’ll do what I please. So there.

We’re down to 1 shift left. Frankly, because of the way this all went down, I’m just over it. Seriously over it. 

So, since I’m that over it, I’m in “I’ll do what I please” mode. I’ll say what I want, not care and go from  there. It works for other people around the ‘bux and they seem to all get stellar performance reviews. 

It floors me that some of the things are ok. For example, I worked a 4 hour shift yesterday, and I saw FloridaShift (who was in micromanage mode) on the floor for all of one hour. She spent the rest of the time in the back doing the pastry order and taking her sweet time on the banking. She even had the NERVE to tell me not to tell people I got fired. 

 

Umm. Really? 

 

yeah. I’ll do what I please. My information, My life, my tale to tell customers if they ask. Plus, to make matters worse with that statement, she had the nerve to say she didn’t know what happened to me, and it was her role as a supervisor to make sure confidential information didn’t get out.

 

Umm..yeah. Whatever. She needs a grip. 

 

So, in the vein of “I’ll do what I please,”  I told her exactly how I felt by being treated like one of her kids. NO THANK YOU. 

 

and technically, I didn’t get fired.  I pulled my own trigger, because Big W couldn’t. So there. Plus, when my child asks me when I have a  day off, you know it’s time to cut back. So there again. 

 

But, all is still insane at ‘bux. Vetchick came up with one of the best cup codes EVER.

A guy came in, orders a Carmel Apple Spice. Technically, the cup code for that is CAS. 

Vetchick wrote CRAP-CR=carmel, AP=apple. 

So, guy’s drink was labeled CRAP. 

 

Absolutely best.code.ever.

 

So, one more shift to go, and it’s all I’ll do what I please. Should be hilarious, as Vetchick says!

March 27, 2009 at 6:37 am Leave a comment

Green Apron Tales-A victim of the economy

So, as everyone knows, the economy is in the toilet, thanks to our last president. So, I was wondering when it was going to hit me here in East Nowhere.

 

Well, it finally has.

 

With my availability, I meet the requirements for employment with the ‘Bux, but Big W was told by our regional manager that one more position needed to be cut. They cut my running and screaming partner…and that guy. MP transferred to Hawaii, the shift who trained me transferred to CT, and that left just me with the low availability and the possiblity of being cut.

 

So, after hemming and hawing this week, I came to the conclusion that Big W couldn’t pull the trigger. He’s totally not comfortable with letting people go, especially if their performance reviews are good and they are decent employees. Yeah, that’s the category I fall into.

So, I pulled the trigger for him. I figured that I’d save him the awkward moment of letting me go, and just do it for him.

 

So, we’ll see what happens from here. I’m totally re-hirable, and I’ve got one more week of slinging coffee after this one.

But what I can say the bright spot in all of this is-I can finally have a few days off and stop working 6-7 day weeks. AND I won’t have to deal with the warming oven.

 

There is another adventure in the wings, but I’m not going to say anything about that until everything is locked, loaded and ready to go.

March 20, 2009 at 9:58 am 2 comments

green apron tales-Answer me this question

Why did a parent laugh as his son pretended to use an umbrella handle to shoot me, saying “oh, what are you doing, shooting the Starbucks lady?”

 

yeah. If anyone can answer that, there will be a prize.

March 4, 2009 at 8:41 pm Leave a comment

Green Apron Tales-iPods and parental responsiblities

This has been a week at the ‘bux. It was back to the normal grind of the week, teaching a few days and then slinging coffee the rest. It was all sorts of drama this week…

we had the usual rash of freaky customers, but none to really write home about. 

So, let’s start with Wednesday. 

Isaac hadn’t been feeling hot at all. He was kind of whiney, but we figured he just had a cold. So, we sent him to school. I went into bux. It was quite interesting. We had gotten super silly, and it being a Wednesday, it shouldn’t have been too bad.

Then, the calls came in. First, Drama Queen called out. That put us a person down, and that wasn’t fun. But, we dealt with it. Then, the second call came in. It was one of Isaac’s teachers, telling me that he had a 101.5 fever, and what did they want us to do with him?

 

ummm…Yeah..I’ll come and get him. 

 

So, I look over at Big W, and say “Isaac’s got a fever. How fast can I get out of here?”

Now, please realize that Big W has no kids. He has no clue what day care rules are (I enlighten him on at least a weekly basis…like when he asks me to stay until 6:30-day care closes at 6, and there’s at the least, a $1.00/minute late fee. He about fainted.) So his response to my request, sorry, demand, was to be expected.
“Seriously?”

 

Yes, seriously. 

I had to explain (quickly) that schools do not allow for kids with fevers of (usually) 100 to stay. they have to go home and then they can’t come back until they are fever free for 24 hours.

He kept looking at me in utter disbelief.

No, I wasn’t kidding either.

 

So, he finally got the message and I got my little sickie at school. Verdict on that one? Sinus infection and bronchitis. Icky.

Then, there was Thursday.

We’ve got a particular shift that is well, quite the person. She is so hot and cold, and does things that are just really out of line, especially in front of baristas. She won’t do it in front of any of the other shift supervisors or Big W. She pretty much sits there and texts her friends, and kicks it with customers, even when there’s about 2 tons of work to do. Every Saturday, the last hour of my shift is spent cleaning, because she doesn’t even want to lift a finger to do it. And don’t you dare question her, or you get all of the crap work or get sent home, just because.

So, Thursday, sh e did something that took the cake. She went on bar, and all of a sudden, I noticed she had ear buds in her ears. She had her ipod on. She was ignoring customers, making drinks with her ipod on. I was beyond shocked at mortified. She’s been with the company a while, and she hates it, and she wants to leave, but doesn’t know what else to do.

She spent the entire shift singing, telling us all that she needed to learn how to dance by Saturday so she could have a hot date and switching songs on her ipod.

Thank goodness she wasn’ t the shift that day. Not cool.

March 2, 2009 at 7:12 am Leave a comment

Green Apron Tales-Stuck on Stupid

Things have been pretty tame at the ‘bux lately…and that makes for no Green Apron Tales of substance. We’ve had your basic water filter problems, annoying people demanding breakfast sandwiches (which are coming in April…oh, bloody hell…but that’s another thing..) and the usual dimwited minutia.

This was until the other day. We got a rash of people who just took the cake in more ways than one.

CentralShift coined the term “Stuck on Stupid,” and it seems to fit. Seriously. The rash of people through the drive thru have gotten increasingly more and more insane as the weeks have gone on. Here’s a smattering of what I’ve encountered.

Stuck on Stupid the first:

It was 7:30 am. Woman orders a kid’s hot chocolate and a bottle of water. Total cost: 3.45. She hands me a 50.

Now, at this point on a Saturday morning, I don’t have enough change to break that sucker. Seriously. So, I ask her if she has anything smaller. She says no. I ask her if she has a card or some other form of payment…

and she says:

“No. I have MONEY.”

Oh, really! That’s what that is? Seriously? She got all 10’s 5’s and 1’s back and then had the nerve to ask me for a 20. Umm…those are locked in a drop box…so, no. I don’t have any. She got all huffy and went away.

Stuck on stupid the second:

I’m in the back, pulling pastries…and then all of a sudden, I see Drama Queen jump about 5 feet when she hears a horn blast…

“I didn’t know where the speaker was, so, I just pulled up.”

this woman has been at our bux several million times. She KNOWS where the freakin speaker is, and she knows that her coffee and food will totall 3.45. Yet, this is what she said, after I told her the total 5 times…

“So, how much is all of this? Isn’t that a bit expensive?”

Stupid.

Stuck on Stupid the 3rd

Pulls up to the window: ” I want a mocha-non fat, extra hot with whip!”

DTR person (who is not me): What size

Person repeats her order like we’re stupid 10 times.

For cripe’s sake-just give us the SIZE..SERIOUSLY. SIZE!!!

See? 100% stuck on stupid.

February 9, 2009 at 12:52 pm Leave a comment

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