When I say we were BUSY yeserday morning, that doesn’t even touch it. I arrived at 6 am and then the 7 am person came in and from then until a little after 1 pm we we’re non-stop. I asked to know what the sales for breakfast were but the shift manager didn’t know. I’m gonna say it was at least $2,500-$3,000. We have our lobbies open now so a lot of people that would just normally go through the drive-thru, came in instead. It was hard for everyone to get their breaks as scheduled too. I didn’t get mine until 10 am an usually that’s what time I’m clocking back in from it. I even sat and watched the steady stream of cars rolling through. Ooh, we all got aggrivated so bad because it was like evry other car was placing an order for at 10 biscuits, sometimes even more. The poor biscuit maker was having trouble keeping up, and there were times we had to wait a few minutes on them to come out the oven. I did give props where it was due. To our much younger shift managers, I told them they did a good job of keeping their shit together, and not losing it because I know being that busy (which for real, we haven’t had that much buisness since I have been there and that’s been almost a year) was very stressful. Hell even on me it was. Especially when I couldn’t bump the order off the screen because I was waiting on bisuits.
I was never more grateful for the afternoon to roll around. I work the morning shift but I’d rather serve lunch. Sounds corny I know, but still. I got put on that sandwich so the other chick could go on her break and I picked up right where she was when she left the line. I was super proud of myself though. Not because I’m trying to brag. It’s a mental thing with me. Like I’m mentally proud of myself. Man because I had to try and train a new guy too. Things kept getting out of order and then I’d put it back in order. I know they didn’t expect or even know I could sling them orders out like I did. When I tell you guys I was on it. I was on it. See it’s only been a few months since my relapse. So when I set out to prove to them I was worth it and how hard of a worker I really am then I knew I’d be a shoe in. And I was you guys. Is it even aloud to brag on yourself though? Because if it is, well…”THEN IM BRAGGING”!! Bahaha!
I started there in August or September of last year and then had my relapse I think in like February or March, or those 2 months ran into one another. I know there’s a gap of about 2 1/2-3 wks, that I really can’t remember all of. That’s how bad it was. I was eating those Xanax like m&m’s I swear. I love them so much, but I’m so much better off the way I am right now. Being apart of life and actually seeing and watching it go by, instead of being asleep, nodded out with a cigarette in my hand burning a hole in my shirt. For real that’s exactly how everyone that knew me saw when they thought of me I know. Hell I mean, it WAS true. Now though. Shit! I’m so proud of my progress you guys. Popping pills used to be the only thing I was thinking when I opened my eyes in the morning until me head hit the pillow, bed, couch. Wherever I passed out at is where I stayed till the next day unless I woke up. Then I’d go to the bed. Nobody could ever wake me up, so I was left alone. They just figured “Fuck it” (sorry for the cuss word, but it was fitting for the bluntness of the truth).