Day 2: The lunch rush

Starting to get the hang of this. A few of the sandwiches are getting easier (the more popular ones), as I'm beginning to commit the components of each to memory.

Today I worked from 11am to 3pm (day 1 was 3pm-8pm). Things were getting off to a smooth start, and that's when everyone around me started warning me about the busy period. "Are you ready for it?" I said I think so... "No, you're not, trust me," from the friendly guy stationed at the fries behind me. About five minutes go by. It starts with a mom and three kids. A construction worker. Then it happens. High school kids. Thousands of them. Ho-ly crap. Well, at least several dozen, anyway. The place was packed. I was taken off sandwiches just before they arrived so that I could make drinks. Drinks only. Sodas, mixed sodas, ice cream drinks, waters and refills. That actually kept me pretty busy on its own.

After the lunch rush I learned how to clean the dining room. Even the rags used to wipe things are color-coded. High school kids sure are messy! I don't think I was that way...

I also learned how to do the temperature log. You just go around with a digital food thermometer, wiping the thermometer with a sanitary wipe between each meat/food, of course, and write in the temperatures of each food on a table chart.

I'm slowly learning everyone's names. The name tags help, heh. ...Um, even the people are labeled. Not just with name tags, but also according to rank. Higher managers get button-up, cotton, collared shirts, with a solid color. After that is a button-up, gridded pattern, cotton, collar shirt. Then there are us underlings with what feels like polyester, a collar, but not full-on buttons. Only down part of the shirt.

Then it was back to sandwiches. Nothing too complicated happened. Before my shift ended I learned how to make sweet tea. It smelled delicious, actually.

I've noticed that my nails have already started looking like absolute crap from being trapped in latex gloves for several hours at a time. They're all chippy and flaky. I imagine that won't be the last part of me to experience a physical downgrade, though...