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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
10:35 PM | | Edit Post
I'm completely losing my mind.
I'm living on red bull and little to no sleep.
I'm convinced that I'm actually starting to look like that scary lunch lady from your nightmares.
Do you want to know why?
Here's a few reasons:
~my boss, the head cook, is having surgery and will be out for three weeks. This is causing me to have some serious anxiety. I know what you are thinkin--how hard can it be to be a lunch lady. The answer is that it is not that hard, but that is because I work with S. She is organized. She knows how to make Pot Pie. She gets the big ugly bags of eggs out the night before to thaw. She orders the bread and the milk. She knows exactly where the chicken nuggets live in the freezer. I, on the other hand, have never been called organized. I don't like to do math. I'm not sure how to order the bread even though she has shown me. Bags of eggs gross me out. I do not like to go in the freeze because it is cold and I'm afraid of getting stuck in there. I don't want to be in charge.
~The lady who I replaced at the cafeteria is coming back to work the three weeks that S is off. She and D (the only other cook/person there) don't really like each other. That is one of the reasons she left. I am grateful she is coming back but I worry that my referreeing skills are a little weak from constant over straining when dealing with my own children. I will have little patience for childlike behavior when "in charge" over the next three weeks.
~In addition to my lunch lady by day career, I also write for the evening paper. It is school budget time. Did I mention that I don't like to do math. It always boggles my mind when I write about millions of dollars and have to figure out things like tax percentage increases and how that transfers into a millage rate and how that millage rate increase transfers into a tax increase. Just typing that sentence gave me a headache.
~I'm a day behind in everything. A day behind in blogging. A day behind in reporting. A day behind in bread ordering. A day behind in laundry. A day behind...okay more like a month behind...in home upkeep. I promise to visit your blogs sometime this month.
To quote a hobbit..."I feel thin... sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread."
Probably the bread I'm going to forget to order next week.
- I'm a 41 year old (gasp) freelance writer, school cafeteria manager, wife and mother. I have three children and one anxious and overweight beagle. I use my blog to make others laugh, to share some cool crafts, to document my lunchlady adventures and to lament about the challenges faced by us all on the journey called life. Thanks for visiting. Please leave some crack...um...I meant some comments.