Dishwashing Nightmares

So my nightmare has changed from a teetering pile of potatoes to peel to towering stacks of dishes to wash. Today neither happened, thank dog! What did I do you might be asking yourself? I was at the middle school today. The cook was appalled that I'd spent my last shift doing not much more than dishes. She promised to have me run most of the kitchen. Run most of the kitchen I did. I kept plenty busy. They warned me that they were short staffed because someone called in sick and someone else was out indefinitely. I helped make probably 30 trays of pizza, which looked good. I set up hundreds of cookies, which looked good. I served pizza and pasta salad, which looked good, or sandwiches or salad to the kids for many different lunch sessions. I lost count of how many sessions there were. Again, I ate nothing thanks to my fear of being caught not busting my ass every second. Everyone else ate. Some ate plenty.

Serving was the best, well, maybe a tie with making pizza. Some of the kids had funny tee shirts. Some just grunted. Others were very animated. One kid, a future comedian or sex offender, said he had a survey question for me. He asked me if I'd seen the movie Peter Pan. Then when I assured him I had he asked me if it made me feel all warm inside. WTF? I told hm it did not. Then I caught him off guard by asking if it made him feel all warm inside. He said no. That's probably good. That kid is already warped. What will his future hold? 

I might just remember most or all of the names of the people I worked with today. That's a huge trick for me. I am missing that part of my brain. The rest is there, I promise you. I have already forgotten the names of most of the whopping 4 people I met Monday. Doh! Then there's the problem of remembering people by what they're wearing. Once they change their clothes, I'm screwed. 

Tomorrow's my shot at the high school lunch room. I was given an "Uh oh" look by the cook from the middle school when I told her I was off to the high school next. I hope she was just trying to scare me. She was pretty sarcastic/funny. Well, she seemed like she could turn mean at any moment. She liked me. That's all that matters, I guess.  :)

What will my nightmare topic be tonight? Only time will tell. Tragically, I am tired already and it's not even my kids' bed time yet. Maybe I should go peel them off each other and chuck them into the shower before they kill each other. Calgon, take them away!