Well, I survived Day One of The Weekend From Hell, although I dunno that I'd go so far as to say I made it through unscathed. Tonight was an utter goat rodeo; SOMEone screwed up (I'm pretty sure it was the client although it could just as easily have been Management) and we served half the salads before being told the ceremony the dinner was in honor of hadn't concluded and we had to TAKE THEM BACK UP and those couldn't go back out. So the kitchen had fifteen minutes to re-make half the salads for 2,500 guests. A line-cook walked off the job in disgust and the chef was in tears. For me the worst part of the night came earlier, though, during setup, when I found that one of the coffee cups at one of the tables in my section had a large daub of something stuck to the inside of it that had evidently been through the dishwasher (it looked like possibly fossilized cheesecake?). In the venue where tonight's event was held the kitchen is up one story, across a skywalk, on the other side of the emm-effing street, and the guests were five minutes out. And so I pretty much had no choice but to do the one thing I knew I absolutely shouldn't: run.
Any lingering doubts I may have had about the sore leg being a stress fracture have departed.
Also on our "lunch" break (during which employees got burgers and dogs, despite there being PLENTY of extra entrees) I checked my e-mail to find that the electric company had, for no discernible reason (I paid on time, dammit!), booted us off the budget plan, meaning a $500 power bill. Oooof.
The one bright spot in the sea of suck is that my very sweet boss at Temp Agency #2, with whom I often talk poultry, agreed to take the entire MFA Flock. She already has chickens and ducks, and says she's always wanted turkeys. Her only reservation was in the fact that she had nowhere to put them, as she keeps all of her post-menopausal hens and just gets new ones to lay eggs because she can't bring herself to slaughter any of them, and thus has run short on pen-space. So I told her we'd give her one of the chain-link enclosures and a feeder and waterer; we could MAYBE sell those but eff it, this way we know the birds will have a good home and don't have to drive to the Arctic Tundra to make that happen.
Other than that the night sucked unequivocally; my right knee randomly puffed up halfway through the event and started clicking every time I bend it, both shoulders feel wrenched, an elbow is acting up...I think my autoimmune shit is acting up and it's the very worst possible timing, because I have to work tomorrow and all week and next weekend...damn.
How are all of YOU?