Well… Today I learned that I didn’t order enough bread to feed the old zombies. I spent 8am through 2pm doing nothing but trying to get bread to the shelf to feed the masses. We’re practically out now until Thursday. This is why I hate it whenever they put me on bread ordering duty. I always have to figure out how much to order one week ahead of time, what sale is taking place, how many people might be in and how the weather will be like. How the fuck do they expect me to figure this shit out at 6 in the fucking morning? For fucks sake I either order too much or not enough…
Geriatric Tuesday Open Thread
