What an incredibly loooooooooong week.
I think being sick made it feel even longer.
Being stuck inside a musty old school building for 10 hours on the nicest day of the year so far made it looooooooooger still.
Yesterday, walking into the commercial kitchen where our afternoon culinary arts class is held and smelling the distinct stench of cigarette smoke INSIDE THE WALK IN FREEER made time stand still.
Even with a terrible cold I have the nose of a Blood Hound.
How dare they!!! HOW DARE THEY!!!
I find it totally amusing that they all think the staff came down with yesterday's rain.
Yes sir.... we're dumber than doornails.
The loveables think they're so slick they'll be able to pull crap over on us....and sometimes they do, for about five seconds.
So as my face flushed and my heart raced I reached into my bag of "effective mothering" tricks and techniques and pulled out a doozy.
The GUILT CARD.
Sadly, with droopy eyes and a tear in my voice I told the loveable thugs that I was certain to lose my job over the Smokin in the
How hard being jobless would be, especially since my husband was laid off. (sniffle)
That I had every hope that the next lady they brought in to teach them to cook would care about them as much as I did. (sob)
I laid it on pretty thick.
And they bought it.
A few minutes after my little over dramatic monologue the other staff took each loveable aside and asked for information.
Every last one of them...every.... last..... one of them pointed a finger at the guilty kid.
Baby criminals aren't usually singing canaries.
But yesterday this bunch of lightweights were putty in our hands.....(hahahaha).
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