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Let’s see if you can squat your way out of this one (part 1): Saturday

Dear me, don’t you hate it in when real life gets in the way of blogging?

I went over to my mom’s house to have fun after my crazy 7 hour-no-break-shift at CFA. We (H and I)  have discussed before why people just lose themselves over the food at CFA because I honestly would only eat it if it is my free post-shift meal.

I think the combination of service, speed of service, and our employees probably make up a lot of it. But our entrees are not cheap and it kills me knowing people spend equal amounts of money on this “quick service” food as they do a nice sit down, traditional meal, even if its Chili’s.

Oh, also, I don’t even need to check to see that we got a blackout bingo wise on Saturday. Trays level with the storage cabinet? Yup. Line out the door? Totally.

Seeing ex-boyfriend?

That wasn’t on there but obviously happened.

L ordered a spicy chicken sandwich with a ranch and BBQ sauce, as usual. He avoided me for awhile until he realized I was the next free associate to take orders and that he was only punishing himself if he didn’t get food just because I was taking orders.

At the end of my shift, mom came to get me and we drove to my old hometown so she could get her hair cut. I ended up taking a nap in my old room. That is one thing I love about my dad’s house–my bed.

My bed there is the best bed in the world. Likewise with the pillows. I have been tempted to take my pillows from home up to the house I currently live in but I realized that having good pillows there was actually motivating me to visit more.

I’ve actually been sleeping properly, which hasn’t happened in a long time. Sleeping at 11:00 and waking up feeling refreshed at not 5 A.M.

Sleeping at my mom’s house, in the cool airconditioning after a miserable 95+ degree day really makes you feel alright.

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Work Bingo

eat moar…shoot, on the tip of my tongue… errr…

I work at the most glorious of fast food eateries–Chic-fil-A. While not as mentally dehabilitating as other fast food restaurants, it still is rather soul crushing.

I hate suggestive selling. I hate suggestive selling food I know is bad for people because it is “not an option” (direct quote from manager).

I hate suggestive selling to children, especially if I am asking to “upsize their combo.” I try to avoid it as much as I can, but sometimes it slips out before I can stop myself.

“Would you like to upsize your fries for just 20 cents extra?”

“Would you like to try one of our new hot chocolate chip cookies for a little over a dollar?”


H and I have discussed that they should make a Starbucks bingo card to make the shifts less monotonous. I think I’m going to do the same for Chic-fil-A. Criteria for work-bingo is that you have to include things that happen frequently, but not overkill. The free-space would be something that happens every day (probably “Customer buys an original Chic-fil-A sandwich”).

Bingo card spaces so far:

  • Customer reacts to a request to upsize with something along the lines of “sure, why not?!”
  • Customer orders either grilled nuggets or fruit for their child’s kids meal and a full calorie soda for the drink
  • Customer orders a chicken filet instead of a “real” menu item.
  • Customer orders a combo meal, then asks for a water cup, not a bottled water.
  • Customer asks to hear all the dipping sauces read to them even though it is printed on the menu.
  • Customer asks for a discontinued item or asks if we still have ____ (such as Chicken Tortilla Soup or Sweet Potato Fries).
  • Customer asks if an original Chic-fil-A sandwich is available in a kid’s meal option.
  • Customer asks for no whipped cream on their shake but still wants the cherry (which looks really stupid).
  • D asks me to clean under the sink because I’m apparently the only one who ever does that.
  • Customer stacks 2+ coupons to get a super discounted meal.
  • An OC student tries to pay with meal plan points, even though the semester is over.
  • Customer’s order is so expensive that I have to ask them to sign a credit card receipt.
  • R comes in and orders for his wife.
  • J comes in and orders a water cup, Chick-fil-A sandwich substituted with a coleslaw and a small diet coke.
  • Old people ask for the senior drink discount.
  • I have to ask for change because someone paid with something that I cannot give change back with five dollar bills.
  • We are late making food for a catering order (honestly, this should be the free space).
  • There is a stack of trays as high as the front counter cabinets.
  • Someone in workout clothes orders a Poweraide (like it’s part of the uniform).

Those are essentially the ones I’d include. I need to make a table of this before I go to work, stat.

Oh, and in regards to squat day, it was delicious. H keeps on trying to get me to squat the low-bar form, but it hurts my shoulders too much for me to do it comfortably without dropping it. He has a much larger back than I do so anything over 100 lbs (which is a little less than half my squat on our 3 week of 5/3/1) I can’t handle. Which is unfortunate, because it seems like my squats are easier to line up with that form.

I think I’m also ODing on cottage cheese. It seems like every time I eat it now it murders my stomach. I’m tired of having to take Tums after every time I eat. I probably need to get more greens in my diet in general.

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Cranking my Anxiety

I wish I could get this tattooed across my brain.

via Pinterest

Let’s start off with defining some key terms. Pay attention now, there’s going to be a pop quiz later.

Cranking my anxiety v. The act of or initiation of additional anxiety or stressful situations that superceeds any rational thoughts and feelings. Think of a kickstart motorized bicycle.

My counselor told me to journal anytime I feel this way, so here goes.

Part of learning how to make myself a generally healthy person is that I see a shrink once a week through my school counseling center. Boy are we going to have a lot to talk about today.

It’s only 10:00 in the morning, and already my anxiety is through the roof. All of the things that are triggers for me are things that to normal people, with normal thought processes, are just life. To my anxiety, it’s like someone put me on a treadmill after injecting coffee in my veins.

To start off with, remember that paper-pushy job  I told you about? Well, turns out I misinterpreted an email and started rescheduling appointments. Turns out, the coworker whose appointments I’ve been rescheduling has already done so and I got my dates mixed up. I haven’t gone into the office yet (merely emailed my boss my mistake), so I have no idea what kind of turmoil I’ve caused in the office today already. That was at 7:00 this morning.

Second, I just got out of my American Lit class with my favorite professor. Normally, this isn’t cause for duress, but this time (due to my professor winning an award) we had a film crew in the class.

Despite being really good at English and school, I have this irrational fear of being that guy. Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s that kid, not necessarily the teacher’s pet, who always thinks he (or she, because there are she “that guys”) is right or that what they have to say is worth everyone listening to it.

I already feel like the actual teacher’s pet in this class anyway, so it doesn’t make it any better whenever a film crew is singling me out as “Target #1”. And, to top it all off, I had performance anxiety. In between not being able to say anything at all, I also got all the questions I tried to take a stab at wrong. Of course, now it is going to be documented that I am a huge dumb ass. At the same time, I was afraid of saying anything at all, any extra insights that I normally would have come up with, becasue I didn’t want to look like I was showing off or anything.

I need to lift so badly right now. I need to squat some really heavy weights and just not care about anyone right now. Not even care about me. Just take a vacation out of my own head.

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