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2009-04-17 10:42 PM
Field Consultant

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At our franchises, each store, or set of stores, has a corporate big wig that is our "Field Consultant". OUrs is named Hugo. He is small in stature, and big in personality. He really is a decent guy. One day, last summer, a group of them were sitting out in the parking lot, right next to my motorcycle. I yelled out there, to be careful not to harm it. He had no idea that I rode bikes, and was very impressed with my bike. Says he used to race them, in an other life, back in his country. From that day forward, his relationship with me grew.

Today, when I came to work, just before noon, he was there, sitting with two of our supervisors, and the maintenance guy. I went to their table, and said hello to them, Hugo jumped up from his chair, and came over to me, and gave me the biggest hug I have had in quite a while. I think it shocked each person there, including me. I ended up sitting with the group, chatting with them until my shift started. It was a great start to the day.

The day also came with a talk to me, from the two supervisors. I am not at liberty to discuss the talk, so I won't. One day, I will be able to, and hopefully all will be well. For now, I will keep my nose clean, and continue my daily tasks.

A couple of funny things happened at work. Of curse, my idea of funny, is not always funny to those that do not deal with the clientele I come across...sorry if (and when) I offend any readyers...This woman comes through the DRIVE-Thru this evening. I tell Derrick, I have an order for SIX ice cream cones in the DRIVE-THRU. Weird request for a car to take SIX CONES...SIX...whatever, I make 'em...three vanilla, and 3 dipped in chocolate. I get them all over to hand out the window, and that woman looks at me as if I have 4 eye-balls, or 3 noses. She looks at me, and says, "What do you want me to do with those?" I was speachless..."huh?" SHe repeats, "WHat would you like me to do with those?" I then said, "did you order 6 cones?" She says, "yes"...WTF? Why would I care what she does with them, she ordered them, paid for them...I put them upside down into cups, onto a drink tray, and a stack of napkins and some spoons...I did not close the end of the deal with a thank you or have a nice day, or anything...if you cant "deal" with it, don't order it.

I was on my lunch break, and Derrick come screaming into the break room, where he found me on my phone, so he didn't interupt. Later he tells me he was staring at this Asian dude, because the guy was hot. He found himself just staring. Seems that guys woman didn't feel comfortable with Derrick, and said to him, "Take a picture, it will last longer"...That was the point when he ran into the break room. He said he was so embarrassed he didn't know what to do. I told him he should have told her that her brother was hot, and if he stood a chance with the guy. (Good thing Derrick has a bit more couth than I)

Came home to taco casserole for dinner. Gotta get up early, for the redneck BBQ. That sounds weird, but it is an hour and a half away. We have to get south of Seattle, past Tacoma, past Olympia, damn near to Portland...then, we have to make the return trip, as I work Sunday morning. Ususally we make a whole weekend of it, and stay overnight at a hotel, and the rednecks follow us to the pool. good times. (they are gonna kill me when they read this)

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