Life as a Lunch Lady.. Day 3

You may be wondering, where is Life as a Lunch Lady day 1?

It is merely a memory, because I was so exhausted at the end of that day (Monday) that I came home and fixed dinner for my hunnies and then we watched an episode of The Great British Baking Show ..

Paul Hollywood is a jerk, by the way...

but Mary Berry makes me super amounts of happy, and watching amateur bakers do well in a baking competition gives hope to a kitchen misfit like me, who can barely boil a pot of water without burning the house down..

^{See? How could anyone not like this woman? This picture came from foodandwine.com}

And then I went to bed.

I don't think it even was 8:30pm yet. Do you like how I am making little subtitles? I feel that it breaks up long bouts of random writing and tricks the reader (hi) into thinking that they aren't really reading as much as they actually are.

Anyway.. Today was a bit better.

My back hurts like someone has walked all over it for 6 hours and then stabbed me right in the middle of my spine with a pencil, and I have blisters on my feet, which makes no sense because my shoes are really broken in, they are the same ones I wore 3 years ago when I worked in a different school doing this same thing. (I thought I had given these away, but found them in the back of my closet on the day I was actually about to go buy a new pair.)

But they don't even wear the kitchen shoes!

At this school they kind of throw the basic rules of school cafeteria life out the window. Only my boss wears the non-skid kitchen shoes. The other girls wear normal athletic shoes. The other guy who works with us may or may not wear them.. I haven't yet noticed his feet.. I need to do that.

Notice Skippy's shoes - just added to tomorrow's to-do list.

His name isn't really Skippy. But in my head it is. I work with less than 10 people, 6 of which I am with all day, 3 or 4 others who work also at other schools but are I guess what you would call "floaters" .. they go back and forth between our school and others and help out where is needed.

I confess that yesterday one of the ladies offered me some pills..

her name is Gretta. She had all these supplements and vitamins in her purse, that she whipped out onto the table on our break. She kept asking me if I would like to take one because they are really good for women, and I finally said okay.

Yes. I took a prenatal vitamin from Gretta.

She's in her 70's I think. She takes them because they are good for women. And now, apparently, so do I. At least yesterday I did. Today she didn't offer because I told her the one from yesterday made me have bathroom problems. And it's not like I was lying. Do not take pills from strangers, people. Even if you know them.

Every day is an adventure.

That's really all I have for today. I did notice at the end of the day that I had not done a good job with my eye makeup this morning and by the time I got off of work I had prostitute eyes. Too much dark eye shadow in a hot and steamy kitchen all day.. I might as well be working in a meth lab if we're judging jobs based solely on after work-day eye appearances.

Yes, ladies and gentleman. Lunch ladies wear dark eye shadow sometimes.

We also sometimes wear pink bikini underwear and socks with Santa Claus on them. It ain't all granny panties and sports socks, people. (I save those for the weekends.)

Now you know.

Have a great day! I send you cookies from the kitchen.

Love forever,

♥- Serena