Text 25389, 117 rader
Skriven 2012-05-27 06:25:10 av Dave Drum (1:18/200.0)
  Kommentar till text 25341 av Janis Kracht (1:261/38)
Ärende: Ka Boom
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-=> Janis Kracht wrote to Dave Drum <=-

 >With that scenario (or similar) in mind I went though my wallet and cleared
ou
 >a bunch of useless notes. And then recorded important numbers, addresses,
etc.
 >that I had scribbled down and stuck into the wallet for "safe keeping". Now,
s
 > long as the confuser keeps chugging along and so long as a mini CD reader is
 > available ....

 JK> It's funny, I think we just never 'computerize' things to that level..
 JK> I guess years of just keeping such things 'elsewhere' prevails over
 JK> here :)

Comes under the heading of "Trust everyone. But, cut the cards." Remember,
Murphy is out there - waiting.
 
 >Speaking of chugging along - Whassup with Doc's? Seems that he's not
listening
 >to anyone. All the posts on there are local. Nothing from the *vast* expanse
o
 > Phydeaux. All the stuff I have posted elsewhere (your board, Sean's and
 > Holodeck have propagated everywhere *except* to Doc's - which is generally
 > rock-solid reliable.

 JK> I haven't heard any news about Doc's place.. maybe he's on vacation?
 JK> I'll check with Ross.. he may know.  Thanks for the heads-up on that.

It still isn't perfect. There are a couple of replies here at Sean's Outpost
(from Dave Sacerdote and from Dale Shipp) that appear on your board but not on
Mike Robert's Holodeck. Being paranoid, I check multiple boards for Fido mail. 
Bv)=

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      Title: Quality Assurance Auditor --> Kathy Pitts
 Categories: Humor
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  Well, my 3 days off were uneventful, but I walked in for my first
  shift of the week to the jolly news that the Quality Assurance
  auditor had just walked out the door. We got a 93 -- good enough to
  earn us some sort of Certificate of Merit, and keep the GM happy for
  another 6 months. Thankfully, he was pretty happy with the kitchen.
  Dinged us for dirty table legs at the prep stations (oh well, the
  prep cooks have to wipe the shrimp &*(&*) somewhere, and better the
  table legs than the walls;-).
  
  Did hear a couple of interesting stories about the visit, though.
  
  First, he visited the prep area. Our main prep cooks are a law unto
  themselves -- the three biggest, MEANEST women I've ever met in my
  life. Between them, they have more than 30 years with the company,
  and they are all firm believers in the hereafter: As in "I was here
  before you came, and I'll be here after you're gone, so get outa my
  face, now, you."
  
  The QA inspector, who's a new guy on his first visit to our store,
  walked into the wet box. The first thing he sees is a BIG bus tub
  labeled "Potato Poop" (this is prep cook for the filling we use for
  the twice-baked potatoes). Corners the prep cook responsible, and
  asks her if this is what we normally call it.
  
  "Yeah."
  
  "I guess that makes you the potato pooper, then?"
  
  "Except when I make the shells, then I'm the pooper scooper."
  
  QA guy exits, shaking his head.
  
  His next stop was the line, where he encountered Calvin, the day
  cook. Cal is a little drifty on the best of days. So much so that we
  finally laminated the procedures needed to open the line (he's only
  been doing it for 3 years) and posted them over his station, just so
  he'd remember to turn on the fryers, oven, etc. in time for opening.
  
  In the process of inspecting the broil box, the inspector discovers
  that our fresh trout have no tails (don't ask, it's a new supplier ;-)
  
  He asks Cal to explain. Cal scratches his head for a bit, searching
  for an answer. Finally it dawns on him. "It's part of the Fishes With
  Disabilities Program, sir."
  
  QA guy exits, shaking his head. I don't think he'll forget THIS visit
  soon.
  
  When I walked into the dry box, the first thing I saw was about 300
  pounds of cryovac prime rib sitting there. Autoshipped in
  anticipation of the addition of prime rib to the menu.
  
  The oven to cook the stuff in arrived a day later. BIG oven. Too big
  to put in the space we'd planned to use. Too big to put ANYWHERE on
  the hot line without sacrificing at least one of the fryers. Too big
  for the door to open during volume without toasting the posterior of
  the A-1 assembler. STILL isn't installed. Probably won't be for a
  week. Then, it has to be calibrated (by experts shipped in from
  Ghod-Knows-Where). This is NOT gonna be a speedy process.
  
  Meanwhile, the meat, which is NOT allowed to be frozen (we are
  advertising it as "fresh, never frozen") is sitting in the box. It
  ain't getting any younger, and we've already been informed that we
  will NOT get credit for it if we don't use it. GM (who is on vacation
  all this week) is gonna have a Holstein when he hears.
  
  Kathy in Bryan, TX from The Red Lobster Restauraunt

  Uncle Dirty Dave's Archives
 
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