Gossip Avalanche
Rita Mae is off living in Canada and just wrote me an email asking for all the latest gossip. She does not know what an epic job it will be to tell the story of now, or even to read the story of now, but I might as well post my letter to her on the blog.
Dear Rita,
I haven't heard from that no-good-nic since he came into a pile of money from the lawsuit he had for police brutality. Apparently he is withdrawing his money from the bank at about $1000 per day, which indicates that me must have found a source for his favorite flavor of drugs. You will probably hear from him when his bank account is empty if he is still alive. Sad. Yep. I can't figure out what you see in him!
Well, actually almost all of the cooks are showing signs of mental illness. There were two primary cooks earlier in the summer. L was doing the morning shift, M was doing the afternoon. L started talking to himself. It got louder but the waitresses got used to hearing him back there. Then it started seeming like he must be arguing with someone back by the stove even though he was all alone. Then it got to be a big fight with himself. He finally just couldn't hold it together to get to work and he ended up checking himself in for treatment.
Within a day of that happening, D (the fluffier waitress), came back to M with an order for a WaterHaulers Special, eggs over easy, no hashbrowns, with wheat toast, which she wrote out as WH oe, Ø HB, wheat toast. This made him angry. He said, "I don't understand that." She said, "What is there to not understand," and read it to him. He said he wasn't going to take it anymore and he got on his motorcycle and left. He stayed gone for almost a week, living in some cheap hotel, watching TV, and eating junk food. A city binge.
When that cook quit, the boss was up in Colorado picking up some printing he had done. Lucky for the boss, his new "assistant manager in training", was at the Roadhouse and stepped in to figure out how to cook roadhouse-style. I was coming home from a trip to town to buy dogfood when my cell phone rang. It was kind of an emergency and could I get to the Roadhouse ASAP? What could I do but turn the truck around and zoom back to the highway. It was nearly lunch when I got there and the oil field has really been busy, so we were slammed right away and it didn't stop until late in the afternoon. Mr.Assistant did really good for not knowing what an enchilada was.
Okay, so all the cooks are out, right? Well, you remember that skinny waitress with the big family of adult sons? She took to feeding her family and letting them walk out with who knows what. Those men all have jobs, so it wasn't like they were broke and hungry. Then none of the family would be in to do business except on the days that she worked. They were all just ripping the Roadhouse off. The boss tried to just ignore it, but it was really making all the other employees quite mad, so he just stopped scheduling her in, without actually firing her. I got her shifts. I am starting to feel just a little bit overworked.
The other waitress gone is a really sad story. She moved to the area last year with her husband who was fighting cancer. He is in the final stages now and hospice has started to make regular visits to keep him out of pain. She was working for a while, mostly to get out of the house for a few hours every week, but now they are saying he won't make it more than a few more days so she is staying home. I don't know what she will do after he is gone. She is in her mid '60's and not nearly as fit as you. She's staying strong for now though.
The other waitresses are doing fine. They both always have a positive attitude. I read a statistic that 96% of restaurant employees won't stay in their current job for a whole year. The fact that D and W are here after so many years is a blessing.
Okay, now about the crazy boss. You remember how he had run up his credit cards to pay for the installation of the fuel system? Well, he got this idea that the west end of the Roadhouse could be used to pay for the east end, so he cut off the living quarters on the west side and has it jacked up, ready to move to his vacant property 13 miles east of the Roadhouse. He got one of those adult-sons of the non-scheduled waitress and the cook who talks to himself to build a cinder block stem wall to put the building on. The crazy owner had to jump through quite a few official hoops to get the permit to haul a 20ft wide slice of the Roadhouse down Highway 64, but the permit is in hand and the building is waiting for the trailer to glide under it and carry it away. When it is in place, stuccoed, with an attached garage, someone will be able to get a mortgage to buy it. The owner will pay off the credit cards. Only the crazy boss would hatch a scheme so intricately involving moving heaven and earth.
The other thing the crazy boss did was buy another business, which he has me working on too. He's now publishing a weekly shopper/classifieds paper. I got handed the job of organizing and growing the classifieds. He kept the old employees: a salesman and a display ad producer. Right now the boss is fetching the papers from the printers, which is what he was doing last week when the cook went wacko. My job is kind of fun. I get to talk to people about stuff they would like to sell.
Two days ago, the boss tried to get the cooks back on board because he was having to do so much cooking. L walks by D's house on the way to work, she heard him arguing as he went by at 5:30 a.m., but he never stopped at the RoadHouse, we think he may have gone off in search of a mental health facility. Too bad, he was a good cook. M came back, he's been at work for two days in a row. He's a good cook too. Mr.Assistant is going to make a good cook when he learns the Mexican food preparation, meanwhile he is fixing things and organizing life at the Roadhouse.
I was definitely not planning on working so many shifts and having a second job. I just took on a new horse to train when the Roadhouse vortex sucked me back in. Sigh..
Hope you stay warm up there in the north country,
yrs truely
Dear Rita,
I haven't heard from that no-good-nic since he came into a pile of money from the lawsuit he had for police brutality. Apparently he is withdrawing his money from the bank at about $1000 per day, which indicates that me must have found a source for his favorite flavor of drugs. You will probably hear from him when his bank account is empty if he is still alive. Sad. Yep. I can't figure out what you see in him!
Well, actually almost all of the cooks are showing signs of mental illness. There were two primary cooks earlier in the summer. L was doing the morning shift, M was doing the afternoon. L started talking to himself. It got louder but the waitresses got used to hearing him back there. Then it started seeming like he must be arguing with someone back by the stove even though he was all alone. Then it got to be a big fight with himself. He finally just couldn't hold it together to get to work and he ended up checking himself in for treatment.
Within a day of that happening, D (the fluffier waitress), came back to M with an order for a WaterHaulers Special, eggs over easy, no hashbrowns, with wheat toast, which she wrote out as WH oe, Ø HB, wheat toast. This made him angry. He said, "I don't understand that." She said, "What is there to not understand," and read it to him. He said he wasn't going to take it anymore and he got on his motorcycle and left. He stayed gone for almost a week, living in some cheap hotel, watching TV, and eating junk food. A city binge.
When that cook quit, the boss was up in Colorado picking up some printing he had done. Lucky for the boss, his new "assistant manager in training", was at the Roadhouse and stepped in to figure out how to cook roadhouse-style. I was coming home from a trip to town to buy dogfood when my cell phone rang. It was kind of an emergency and could I get to the Roadhouse ASAP? What could I do but turn the truck around and zoom back to the highway. It was nearly lunch when I got there and the oil field has really been busy, so we were slammed right away and it didn't stop until late in the afternoon. Mr.Assistant did really good for not knowing what an enchilada was.
Okay, so all the cooks are out, right? Well, you remember that skinny waitress with the big family of adult sons? She took to feeding her family and letting them walk out with who knows what. Those men all have jobs, so it wasn't like they were broke and hungry. Then none of the family would be in to do business except on the days that she worked. They were all just ripping the Roadhouse off. The boss tried to just ignore it, but it was really making all the other employees quite mad, so he just stopped scheduling her in, without actually firing her. I got her shifts. I am starting to feel just a little bit overworked.
The other waitress gone is a really sad story. She moved to the area last year with her husband who was fighting cancer. He is in the final stages now and hospice has started to make regular visits to keep him out of pain. She was working for a while, mostly to get out of the house for a few hours every week, but now they are saying he won't make it more than a few more days so she is staying home. I don't know what she will do after he is gone. She is in her mid '60's and not nearly as fit as you. She's staying strong for now though.
The other waitresses are doing fine. They both always have a positive attitude. I read a statistic that 96% of restaurant employees won't stay in their current job for a whole year. The fact that D and W are here after so many years is a blessing.
Okay, now about the crazy boss. You remember how he had run up his credit cards to pay for the installation of the fuel system? Well, he got this idea that the west end of the Roadhouse could be used to pay for the east end, so he cut off the living quarters on the west side and has it jacked up, ready to move to his vacant property 13 miles east of the Roadhouse. He got one of those adult-sons of the non-scheduled waitress and the cook who talks to himself to build a cinder block stem wall to put the building on. The crazy owner had to jump through quite a few official hoops to get the permit to haul a 20ft wide slice of the Roadhouse down Highway 64, but the permit is in hand and the building is waiting for the trailer to glide under it and carry it away. When it is in place, stuccoed, with an attached garage, someone will be able to get a mortgage to buy it. The owner will pay off the credit cards. Only the crazy boss would hatch a scheme so intricately involving moving heaven and earth.
The other thing the crazy boss did was buy another business, which he has me working on too. He's now publishing a weekly shopper/classifieds paper. I got handed the job of organizing and growing the classifieds. He kept the old employees: a salesman and a display ad producer. Right now the boss is fetching the papers from the printers, which is what he was doing last week when the cook went wacko. My job is kind of fun. I get to talk to people about stuff they would like to sell.
Two days ago, the boss tried to get the cooks back on board because he was having to do so much cooking. L walks by D's house on the way to work, she heard him arguing as he went by at 5:30 a.m., but he never stopped at the RoadHouse, we think he may have gone off in search of a mental health facility. Too bad, he was a good cook. M came back, he's been at work for two days in a row. He's a good cook too. Mr.Assistant is going to make a good cook when he learns the Mexican food preparation, meanwhile he is fixing things and organizing life at the Roadhouse.
I was definitely not planning on working so many shifts and having a second job. I just took on a new horse to train when the Roadhouse vortex sucked me back in. Sigh..
Hope you stay warm up there in the north country,
yrs truely
posted by The waitress at 8:02 PM
1 Comments:
I am so happy to read all the gossip supplied by my favorite waitress once again. You folks sure have an exciting time for such a little place.
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