So I did my first and last Produce weekend. It went pretty well, I got to work with my buddy Steph the whole weekend. On Saturday, we we're dragging a huge skid of potatoes out on the floor when I accidentally hit the release. Bam. The entire skid, down on her foot. I got it off real quick, and it's not like it dropped from more than half a foot in the air, but still. We did the math on how much weight was on there, and including the skid itself, I dropped about 750 pounds on her foot. I felt so deserving of 1000 punches in the face, but Steph didn't even cry. She said it hurt, but not that much. Probably another 30 seconds on her foot, and things would have been different, but she's a toughie. I bought her lunch on Sunday to make up for almost crippling her for life.
Also, we we're so dead on Sunday that the both of us did magazine quizzes in the back for almost 2 hours. Here's what I learned about myself, the results we're quite shocking:
1) The Atkins diet would leave me dead within a week
2) I'm not getting the most out of my conditioner
3) I need a TiVo
My short-lived Produce stay made me realize how much I miss working with Steph. She's a great girl. But life must go on, and I start Customer Service today. Looking very forward to it.
One of my old managers from my Deli days at Shawnessy, Winnie Goldbourn, is retiring this month, I saw the e-mail last night. Never saw eye-to-eye with her, didn't agree with her managerial style or how she handled most situations. But I did have a lot of respect for her, and still do. Some of the stuff she did, she didn't have too much choice and the situations around her forced her to make most of the decisions she's made. After everything we went through, I made my peace with her years ago, and if anyone's put up with enough Co-op s*it to deserve to retire, it's her. So congratulations, and I hope you enjoy retirement.
Peace out,
B.A.D
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