I got a grand total of 5 hours sleep Sunday night. Why you ask? Well, you probably didn’t ask as most of the people that read this blog already know. But for those who don’t it’s because I was working. I had Saturday Sunday close at work which in the case of Sunday as I previously mentioned was two people down as one simply wasn’t scheduled and the other was Ash who quit.
Danny had talked Zoe into coming in (though she didn’t come in until 7) and Johnny (who didn’t start till 11 and didn’t get in till closer to midnight). So we were already a little understaffed due to the delayed start times. Because of this I didn’t get chance to take a grill off because there was only me in the kitchen and so what normally would have taken place at 8-9ish (along with the other grill at 12:10-12:15), both grills were still on until 12:30.
About 11ish or something Zoe discovered that Becky’s car had been broken into and so she was quite shaken by this and ended up going home. This left us in the interesting situation that none of the closers we had working knew how to do front closer close so we were going to have to wait for Danny to finish his paperwork to get it done.
Kitchen close managed to get done alright including everything getting pulled and Hannah and Johnny blitzed DA although by this time it was like 3am already and then disaster struck again. The bag that the grease traps had been emptied into exploded on it’s way to the bin covering the koral in grease. Here is an interesting fact. When you have that much grease solidifying it takes on a quality much like some form of sticky sand that is almost impossible to get off.
So that took about an hour to clean up while Hannah and Danny battled with front counter and by the time everything was done it was 5am. Which is the latest close I have ever done and indeed the equal latest close I have ever heard of – the last nightmare close was short staff and millions of customers that resulted in them getting out at 5 and indeed still being outside when Rob turned up to do the open. That too was Danny’s close. I felt sorry for Danny as he always seems to get the nightmare shifts which seems quite unfair given he is the newest shift runner and is having to learn everything on his feat.
So yeah I ended up getting to bed at 6am and getting up at 11 to grab a shower before heading back to uni to make my first lecture. Next week’s Saturday Sunday closes aren’t going to be that bad right?
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