Two things...

[lonetread]

...And then I really need to go do the rest of my Logic homework so I don't have to stay up all night.

1. I am in love with "What a Good Boy" by the Barenaked Ladies. Download here.

2. I really failed in an epic way at work today.

They send me to go put the meatballs in the freezer next door at the Laughing Tomato. So I get the spoon with the keys on it and head over there. There's three keys. I try all the keys about twice apiece, and then go back and ask Arielle which key it is. (Because I have no shame. Note this. It's important later.) She points out the key and I go back and stick it in the door and still can't get the stupid door open.

What I should have done: gone back and asked for the magic trick that opens the door (turns out the trick was "turn the knob as you're turning the key"). I have no shame, after all, and this wouldn't have been difficult. What I shouldn't have done: leaned on the key. I mean, I had to have known this was doomed to failure, and yet, what do I do? Yeah.

Key bends in the door. I finangle it out of there and walk back with the meatballs and am all "Uh, I think I killed it." Everyone's like "Well, they just got a new doorknob, so it's probably not your fault. Do we need a new key?" and then they see the key and they're like "lulz, apparently we need a new key."

Best part? Two minutes later, they need to fill the ice in the soda machine, so they get Chelsea and are like "Do you think you can get in there?" and she's like "Sure." and I almost offered to go with her because I wanted to see her try. Turns out she'd somehow missed the memo that I'd mangled the key. Of course, first thing that happens is the key breaks in the door.

So we had to put a bunch of crap in the big freezer instead, and the Laughing Tomato people won't be able to get into work tomorrow, lol. But, get this, my boss is married to a locksmith. Chelsea's feeling awul guilty -- even though I told her it was my fault -- but it'll be alright.

Sure wasn't our day, though. Right after all that mess happened, Mark fell on his ass in such a hardcore awesome way it looked like he was sliding into home plate or something. It was lulzy, but nope, really wasn't our day.
 

Comments

[1-2-suckerpunch.livejournal.com]

Fuck, man, I do shit like that at work all the time. It fucking sucks...but take heart, we foodservice slaves are all the same! ;-)

[lonetread]

Yup. And thankfully the people at work are awesome; the catch phrase there is "Don't worry about it, I'm not worried about it!", heh. Everyone except Chelsea seemed to agree that the whole thing was pretty hilarious, anyway. :)