Murphy's LawWe had a great time at the fair yesterday. This was the first year that Pudd'n really seemed excited to be there. We ran in to his former teacher Donna with her class. It is easy to find Donna's class in that crowd because of her aid Laura. Picture Betty Boop with blond hair and you have Laura. That girl's hair does not move no matter what ride she goes on. I did not get to play with any goats because none of the petting zoos were open until noon. At noon we were getting some food and then had to leave shortly there after. Pudd'n was on over load and desperet to leave. We ran into another former teacher of his on the way out and he wanted nothing to do with her. He wanted to leave now.
I was going to take the night off of work because I'm usually pretty whipped after a few hours in the hot sun at the fair. Even though the crowd we were with would not bat an eye if Pudd'n pulled one of his behaviors, I'm still stressed. Just on the ride there was filled with stress. We told him we were going to the fair (we've been going for 9 years) he would still not eat his breakfast. Plus we still had the stress of worrying "is he going to crap his pants?".
Any way, I didn't take the night off because we have been so slow. I may not make a lot of money in tips, but at least I'd get the hourly wage in.
Murphy's Law came a calling.
We had a party of 50 and the bus boy did not show up. So we were running our butts off getting every thing done. I had managed to get the ice filled up before the rush hit. Bread was still frozen when shoved in to the oven to bake. So that came out really crunchy. Yuck.
I did not get out of there until 9 pm and boy was I whipped.