So first things first.

Josh. My Joshy-Poo got his mission call. To Accra, Ghana!!!!! In Africa!!! Wooooooooooooohooooooooooooooo!!!!!
I seriously almost crashed my car when he told me. Yes I was illegally talking on my phone when he called. Seriously. I was shaking and crying after I got of the phone with him, I was so excited.

Call me pathetic I know, but it happened. And I still think it's amazing.

Second. This guy and girl that I've known for a while got engaged last night. Yes, I know that's not that strange. But let me explain the weirdness.

So the groom- his little sister dated this guy WAAAAAY too old for her. Anyway, that guy's brother dated this girl, who's older sister is the bride. So the groom is marrying his little sister's exboyfriend's brother's exgirlfriend's sister.
Ugh. Here's a visual.
Groom-->Little Sister-->boyfriend-->brother-->girlfriend-->older sister-->bride
And the in-between families kind of don't like each other. Well, some of the kids don't.

In other words, Bakersfield is too small.

But tomorrow starts another week off. And I'm starting a new adventure.
I need something to match my old prom shoes because they, um, don't match anything. So my mom's helping me start on a skirt. We're getting the fabric and the pattern tomorrow. Let's see if I can get it done in six days.

OH!! And this Wednesday is The Fray concert!! I announced it today in Good News Minute and no one really cared lol. But who cares I'm excited for it and that's all that matters. :)

So we went to Alberta, Canada/Bigfork, Montana June 26-July 10. It was uh-maze-ing. Seriously, so much fun to see all my cousins and fam and such. Like my cousin Kevin, I hadn't seen him in like 7 years because the last time we had a family get-together, he was on his mish. So so sad. But ANYWAY! I got to see him again, and meet his beautiful wife, my cousin-in-law Fran, and their daaaaarling baby girl Megan. **Disclaimer: I'm not really sure if "cousin-in-law" is an actual relative, but whatev. She's beautiful. So she's part of the family. :)
But we did all kinds of great family-fun things. Instead of going totally (and boooringly) in depth about all of them, I'll just post pictures and explain what's going on, kay? Kay.

This is for all my Dorm Life amigos. Which is probably zero.

My friend zone is 5'8". And 50.
My friend zone doesn't Tweet.
In my friend zone, the Spice Girls have never made a movie. Or broken up for that matter.
My friend zone has 84.57 rotating theme songs.
My friend zone can sing like an African-American and ballroom dance like a Russian.
In my friend zone, people are only allowed to walk up/down stairs one person at a time. None of this walking behind people nonsense.
My friend zone secretly looooooooorves Mountain Dew.

Last week we celebrated my Grandpa Litchfield's 80th birthday (6 months early because we reeeeeally didn't want to come to Canada in January). We had a huge party in their backyard with tons of family members and friends from the area. It was really nice, but when I was talking to all the old folks, I realized something. People that haven't seen you in a long time, even family members you've never met before... Their questions change depending on your, um, status, or occupation, or stage of life. For example, my little brothers were asked questions like "So where do you live? Who's little boy are you?" stuff like that. My sisters and younger cousins were all asked about high school, sports, grades, etc. My older cousin and his wife were just totally faaauned over because they were like the only young couple in the whole group of 70+ guests. And they had a secret weapon. Lethal conversation starter for all old people. A. New. Baby.

But not me.
Naw I was asked much more probing questions. Of course, there were the polite, petty questions like "How is school? What are you majoring in?" yaddah yaddah yaddah. But the majority of them were "So do you have a boyfriend?" "How old are you, again? You look just like your mother." "Look at your cousin and his wife, aren't they so beautiful together?" "You're at BYU right? Yeah that's where me and my wife/my daughter and her husband/etc. met." "Have you found any prospective companions?"

No joke. Those were real questions. That last one was word for word. Eew I know.

So I love family reunions. :)

So I got a text last night/eveningish from a very good friendboy from school that I hadn't talked to in a while. And then I wrote letters to some other friendboys that are out all over the planet serving missions. And then today I got a letter back from another friendboy who's on a mission, but still in the MTC right now. And guess what the combination of aaaaaall these events got me thinking about?

Yep. My boys.
Well, they probably wouldn't appreciate that. My friendboys.
Come to think of it they might not appreciate that either. Psh whatever, deal with it, guys. :)

And for the sake of their safety/fragile egos, I'm not going to use names. Maybe initials, but not names. Smart people will figure it out.

Oh. Definition of friendboys. Heh.
Friendboy (n) a friend that is a boy. Not to be confused with the term 'boyfriend'.

We'll start with the one that started all these thoughts.
Graham. Wheeeeeere do I even start... I think a lot of people are surprised/stranged out that I'm as close with him as I am. But I really do appreciate him a lot. He is one my favorite people to talk to, and he's such a great listener and talker, which is sometimes hard to find in guys. They either a)talk waaaaay too much and listen zero or b)listen super well but have nothing to say when you're done, no flames to feed the fire of conversation, ya know? (and yes that was a cool alliteration) But he is the happy medium. I think often times people are overwhelmed by his abruptly stated opinions, biting sarcasm and sometimes out-of-line comments, and his very, um, trendy and ultra-expensive sense of fashion. But I like it. He wouldn't be the same without it. He is one of those guys that I could walk to Jamba Juice with, talk to the entire way there, run in to one of his awkwardly crushing friendgirls, have him tell me the whole story about why she's awkwardly crushing on him and the reasons why it's awkward, then have him listen to me and my stories of dealing with awkwardness around ex-boyfs/wannabe potential boyfs, and laugh about it on the walk home.
Oh wait, I did that. :)

Numero dos.
MatthewBean. And I'm sure he would appreciate my spanish. Ooooh goodness. He is one of my favorite people in the entire universe. Sometimes I forget he's male. Okay, not really, but like I've never ever ever ever ever ever been this close to a guy before. And it's SO fun! He will listen to everything I ever say ever, and then have some really great story/experience to follow up with that helps me look at my situation differently. He and my roommate Chantelly have basically the same tastes in TV shows, while he and I share a very fond love for many of the same musicians. He's never kissed a girl, which I find SO weird because he totally could have had tons of girls fall for him in high school! Maybe he was different then... Anyway, he is very much one of my best friends ever, but I don't think he knows that. I don't even think he knows how amazing he is. But he's the one that just wrote me back from the MTC so maybe I'll tell him. :)

Lucky number three.
Josh. OH MY STINK. The love of my liiiiiiiiiiiife. Yowza, I was telling my friend Nichole today that I don't think I've ever been more attracted to anyone ever. He even beat out Orlando, which is, um, WOW. Yes Orlando Bloom. Kind of, um, inconceivable. And if my roommates are reading this, I apologize in advance. Ummmm yeah this one was a keeper. Except for the fact that he has a girlfriend, but we're just gonna skip over that part. :) He's brilliant and funny and caring and sweet and a good dancer (ha. well, his roommates would beg to differ) and he sings and he loooooorves his little sisters and a gatrillion other things that are totally perfect about him. But I can't let myself say anymore because I'm totally over him*. :I
*AKA: Biggest lie ever
And he said he would have dated me...... :'(

Final four.
But this isn't even the last one. I just couldn't think of anything clever.
Warrenzo. This guy holds a special place in my heart. And a very very largeplace in my roommate's heart. He's/was our Seventh Roommate. And I'm pretty sure he was the best secret keeper of all time. Well, second best. The next friendboy in the lineup comes in first. But seriously, he knew more of our girly secrets and was there for more of our super-awkward-not-really-socially-acceptable-for-mixed-company-topic discussions than any boy humanly should ever have to hear. But he never complained. Actually, come to think of it, did he ever talk?! Just kidding. :) We liked to give him a hard time about that one. And he'll be around neeeeeeext year. For a semester anyway. Hahaha I'm sure he's so sick of us by now...

Fab five.
Chris. And I always feel kind of bittersweet when I think about this one. Winter semester we kind of fell out of friendship. Well, um, according to some of his roommates, he kind of became dead to the world and no one ever saw him. Except for his gf. Who was NOT Chantelle like it should have been. Boo. But I prefer to remember the good memories of him. He wins the award for Best Secret Keeper of 2008. Well, not that he >kept all the secrets, but he, um, knew when they needed be told? Whatever, he totally spilled secrets that I desperately needed to know, so that's basically why he won. He is the all-around champion of the universe. He was athletic-football and basketball player in high school, and totally not afraid to do things that some might consider an undermining of his manliness. He actually made ballroom dancing look tough and manly. Believe me, I know, he had a great partner. ;) He had a job during the semester, and still took challenging classes. We, ahem, he, Chantelle, and I, stood outside our back door for hours some night just chatting about who even knows what. During the day after classes, he and I would stand in between our two apartment buildings for several more hours each week chatting more about the same stuff we'd talked about the night before. He was my all-time fave. Maybe after the mish he'll be a little more grownup about balancing his time between gfs and fgs >(translation- girlfriends and friendgirls) or even just between gfs and friends in general. Sheesh.

Aaaaand those are the important ones on my list. There are a couple more I could write about but don't feel like it right now. I'll add to the list later I'm sure.
And I apologize about the length of the post before this one. Ughh it's definitely a story worth hearing though. Just get through Volume 1 of the 3-volume novel (thank you The Importance of Being Earnest) and I promise it'll be well worth your time. :D

Oh yeah and I updated the new song of the day but never blogged about it. "Boys with Girlfriends" by Meiko. Great girlpower song. Best one I've heard in a while actually. I guess for further explanation see #3 in my Friendboy lineup.

Peace out.

Creepist (n) one who excels at the art of creeping. One step above 'creeper'.
This Urban Dictionary definition is the epitome of a guy that I met at BYU.

After retelling this story to a friend, I decided it was blogworthy. Even though it's old news, it's still good news. Kenna said "Yeah, I think we should trust our instincts on people like Boy a little more--for our own safety! I know in the eternal perspective he is still a son of God, but on this Earth for our own happiness... he has passed on in my mind."
Heidi said "It's okay. He's not in our ward anymore, he's not our FHE brother anymore, we don't have to be nice to him anymore... Good bye Boy- awkward, uncomfortable, inappropriate person of the past. I try not to think about it because I feel disgusting and totally insulted when I do."

Are you intrigued yet??
Good. Me too.

Rewind to Fall 2008.
Meet Boy.

How to describe Boy... Well, he's not from this country. Probably not much taller than me. Dark curly hair that is constantly greasy and dandruffy, giving it the ultimate disgusting-factor. He has bad acne all over his face, and skeleton-bony fingers with loooooooooong yellowy/brown fingernails. And I'm talking REALLY long. Longer than mine at the moment, actually. We have a theory that he doesn't wash his hands. His teeth sort of remind me of a beaver's.... except a whole lot more yellow and brown. It kind of looks like he has braces on, because the plaque has built up so much that it looks like brackets. Yeah, that bad. We have another theory that he doesn't brush his teeth. And that one is a little more substantial. His roommates have never found his toothbrush. Sick, right?
Oh, and he's 26. Living in the Freshman on-campus dorms.
Wrong on SO many levels.
And I also have a personal theory that he is physically incapable of using contractions like "don't" or "can't".

So we first met him at various ward activities. He was veeeeeery outgoing, especially with the ladyfolk, and always had his hi-tech video camera equipment. Because he was making a documentary of the year.
And of course, when we were assigned FHE groups, guess who's apartment we were assigned to? Guess who got to be one of my lovely children?!
Good guess.

He would often come to girl's apartments within our ward, at all hours of the day, proposing the most awkward situations. For example, we had a situation much like this...

Tuesday 1:37pm*
Time and date have been changed for security reasons... Or because I don't remember.
Boy: Hello, is Kenna here?
Haley: Oh no, she's not here right now. She, uh, went to the library to study. **The truthfulness of this statement has yet to be determined
Boy: Oh, well, she said she would be here... More incoherent mumbling to himself... Well what are you doing right now? Do you want to go on a date?

And this happened to LOTS of girls in our hall.
So within our hall, we all had our classic Boy stories to tell. Everyone knew who he was, had been asked out at least once, and none of us had said yes.

So end of Fall semester/beginning of Winter semester, Boy dropped off the face of the earth. He stopped coming to church, stopped coming to FHE, even his roommates hardly ever saw him. Most of us (girls) were relieved that the date offers ended, but as his FHE family, we became a little concerned. Finally we got him to come to some of our activities, and I kind of made it my special assignment to make Boy feel more included.

Bad Idea Number One.

While I was being his friendly mother, he had other ideas. That was when the offers started again. But this time he was more selective. He only asked me. He asked like 5 or 6 times, and I always found some totally bogus excuse not to go out with him.
So then my beloved roommate Chantelle plays the pity card. As much as I love her, this was Bad Idea Number Two. And she feels bad about it now. But she said that I 'should go out with him, just once, because he's been rejected SO many times, by basically every girl he's ever met, and he needs just one thing to go right in his life. Besides, he's been super depressed lately.' Or something like that (and that wasn't a direct quote)


So I called him back that Monday. He planned the date for Friday night/afternoon. All week I was dreading Friday.

But Friday came. And the date started at 4pm. Early, I know. I still wanted to have a Friday night, ya know?? So I walk in to their apartment, and he bought a Roast-beef-onion-mustard-Subway-sandwich and a super-tart-mango-Jamba-Juice. Both of which were almost unbearable to eat/drink. But I figured it was the thought that counts....

So then we watched Dirty Dancing. Bad Idea Number Three. It's a cute movie, definitely a girls'-night-in movie, not a date movie, and especially not a first-date-I-don't-really-know-you-or-like-you-for-that-matter movie. [This is where it started getting bad] He kept laughing at all the super inappropriate and awkward parts. Then he tried to put his arm around me, but he just kept it on the back of the couch behind me so I left it alone. At one point he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand and said, "You're really pretty". I cautiously laughed and sort of ignored the comment, but I was thoroughly creeped out. Then later, I had my hands folded in my lap, twiddling my thumbs, and he reached over, grabbed my thumb and started violently caressing / smashing it to the point that it bruised a couple hours afterwards. My nails were painted purple at the time and he said something like, "Your-nails-are-purple-Do-you-like-purple?-Is-purple-your-favorite-color?" all in one breath. I kinda shrugged that one off too and kept my hands under my legs slash in my armpits from then on. At another point during the movie, his roommate Spencer came in, and he got up off the couch, left to talk to Spencer, and when he came back, Spencer had left again. I have no idea what Boy said, but I was seriously worried.

So the movie finally ended. I tried to come up with any excuse I could to get out of there. But I'd told him I needed to be somewhere at 6:30pm, and it was only 6pm... Then he said, "Oh, but, um, we just watched a dancing movie, don't you want to have a dance?" I politely declined, but he would NOT take no for an answer. So we ended up dancing to "The Time of My Life" by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes, the song at the end of Dirty Dancing. He kept trying to samba like they do in the end of the movie, but he looked ridiculous, so I kept bouncing back and forth, really making fun of him but just acting like an idiot. He was laughing and said, "I'm glad you are having so much fun". Ummmmm newsflash dude! I'm totally making fun of you right now!!! But he obviously didn't get it.

Then there's another part in the movie, which, if you've ever seen it or seen like a poster for it or anything, it's the part when he's behind her, and her arm is up, and he's like caressing her arm/armpit/side. In the movie she just laughs over and over again because it tickles. But it's like this super-sensual-totally-awkward thing. And yes, of course, this guy tried to get me to do it. He kept on like forcing me to put my arm up and I was like fighting him, not knowing what the heck he was trying to do, then he said, "You know, like the movie!" Oh, and he was singing the song throughout the entire dance, really close up in on my face and very much in my personal space. (ha that rhymed). I looked anywhere other than him, out the window, at the pictures on his wall, at my feet, into his kitchen, down the hallway, at the couch, literally an.y.where that I could. Just not at him.

So the song ended thank goodness, but now only like three minutes have passed and I'm still trying to weasel my way out of the most awkward situation of my life. This time, he like barracaded the door so I couldn't leave. This time, he said, "Oh, well see, I got this karaoke machine because I know that you like to sing because it says so on your Facebook and there is a music video of you and your sister singing on Facebook." Yeah, um, problem. It's mildly okay to stalk people on Facebook, okay not stalk but you know what I mean, check up on them, look at their pictures and such, but you don't tell them that! Unless you're like super close friends and their recent trip to Hawaii that you just spent a brief 45 minutes looking at and reliving through their Facebook pictures just casually comes up in a conversation. Then it's acceptable. This, my friends, was not. So he pulls out the dumb thing, and picks the worst/most awkward/terrible song to sing, "Summer Lovin'" from Grease. Okay, REALLY?! Yes really. I sang it, but with very minimal inflection or pronounciation or emotion or movement or anything. It was the lamest/most boring/monotonous karaoke performance I've ever given. And my eyes never left the TV. He, on the other hand, was waltzing around the room looking like a total freak/whirling dervish hopping on couches while simultaneously serenading me and putting on a one man reenactment of the entire movie. There was one part
**Disclaimer: This next statement is not for the faint of heart. You should not read this next statement if you are prone to cardiac arrest, seizures, mild vomiting, fainting, are pregnant or could become pregnant.**

in which he was pelvic thrusting during the song. Yes this is a true story I swear.

I cannot even describe the amount of discomfort/fear/confusion/terror I felt then. But I think I was in shock because I didn't leave! The song finally ended after he spent the last few measures of the song serenading me once again at an uncomfortably close distance from my face. Whew. It was over. I forced myself to give him a very small smile. Then he literally threw himself on to me in the strangest, most frightening bear hug I've ever experienced. Everyone that I've reenacted it to has either jumped or screamed or both. It's not the same blogging about it. It's SO much better if I demonstrate in person.

Then I left.

So I got home and screamed for about ten minutes straight. I had a sore throat from it the next day. I told my roommates the entire thing. My roommate Eliesa's only comment was "That was unbelievable! No like really, that's not something you believe! That's like something that happens on a movie!!" And it's true. But believe me it happened. And I'll never be the same because of it.

That night, I got about 15 text messages from him, all saying things like, "Hey what's up/What are you doing tonight?/How are you?" small talk kind of things. I responded to zero. When I got home that night, I found five or six comments on various profile pictures on my Facebook, all saying things like, "Whoa you're so foxy/You're smokin' hot in this one/Mmm that's the way I like it". In other words, extremely inappropriate. By this time I was fearful.

I unfriended him from Facebook that night and deleted all his comments.

So the next morning was General Conference (Saturday session). He kept on calling and texting me during the first session, asking who I was watching Conference with, if I wanted to watch it with him, etc. Once again, he recieved zero responses from me. So then in between morning and afternoon sessions, with the protection of Chantelle, I ventured out to the Creamery to get M&Ms so I could play Conference Bingo. The exact second we walked out and were within sight of Snow Hall, he walks outside. Chantelle started power-walking like one of those super hard-core 80s Jazzersize video tapes on fast forward. We basically sprint to the back of the store, grab the M&Ms, but to no avail. He caught up with us. Chantelly pretty much yanked my arm out of its socket trying to get me to the cashier and out of there (Thanks Chantelle I owe you), but he kept trying to talk to me. And (get this) he just walked around the store, following us. Didn't buy anything, didn't talk to anyone else, just walked in and around and out with us. Yeeeeeeeeeeah so creepy. Finally he asked what I was doing for the second session of Conference. The convo went down like so.

Boy: So what are you doing now?
Haley: Well, I'm going to watch Conference in my apartment with my roommates.
Boy: Oh, well, do you mind if I come over for a visit?
Haley: Uuuuuuuuuuuuh....
At this point I honestly had nothing to say. We were just going to be sitting, watching Conference. Nothing fun, but also not an excuse to say no. :(
Chantelly the Superhero: Uh you can't. She has to help me get ready to go to Salt Lake.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love that girl?!

So then he followed us, AGAIN, this time all the way to our back door. Finally I turned around and said, "Umm kaybye!" and ran up the stairs. He finally left. *exhale*

About twenty minutes later I was on the phone with my mom, telling her about this super traumatic experience when I get a phone call. I ignored it. A long while later, after I'm off the phone with my mom, I hear a beep that I have a voicemail.
Haley's brain: That's weird, I didn't get any calls lately...
Guess who it was. Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh...

I wish I still had the message. It was totally priceless. But I'll summarize. He told me he couldn't stop thinking about me. He wondered if I felt the same way. He asked me to be his girlfriend. For the remaining 4 weeks of the semester. And maybe go back with him to his country for the summer.

Yep. This is still a true story.

I just sat and wanted to cry. I went in and (very accidentally) woke up my only roommate that was home. I went and laid with her on the twin-sized-definitely-made-for-only-one-person bed in our dorm rooms. She wrote me out a script of what I should say when I called him back. I still wasn't even convinced that I was going to call him back.

But I did. And my plan was to call during the Priesthood session so he wouldn't answer and I could just leave a pleasant voicemail. :)

Of course the plan failed. Nothing can go right with this guy.

To sum, again, because I obviously haven't summed enough because this has taken 3 really long posts. I told him I wasn't interested in him, and I was sort of seeing someone else, but that he was a nice guy.

The end, right? Wrong. Biggest wrong possible.

He refused to come to any of the FHE activities after that. He stopped coming to church and church activites. I saw him about 3 weeks later when I was walking back from class with my friend Josh. He refused to make eye contact with me, and said hi (awkwardly) to Josh only after Josh had said 'hey man', 'what's up?', and 'how are you, man?'. Yeah, and Josh even noticed it was super weird.

About a month ago, I got a message on Facebook from my roommate/close friend Heidi...

"The other day I was on Facebook and he started chatting with me, so I was like... okay.. it doesn't hurt to be polite. But then he asked me why I was relieved (because my status was Heidi is relieved) and before I have a chance to answer he's like "Did you find out you started your period so you know you aren't pregnant? That would be a relief" And... oh my gosh... I basically threw up in my heart!!!! AHHH that was like... the most awkward... inappropriate... AHH!!! I told my mom and she was like "that's not okay. that's like sexual harassment! Don't talk to him ever again." And so I unfriended him on Facebook.. Warren says between what he said to me and what happened on Haley's date the stage of being nice is over and we just need to avoid him. And if Warren (who's usually pretty tolerate and nice to people) says that, it must be true, right? Anyway.. I feel.... really violated by him saying that.. *cringe*"

>Having a job has led to a lot of things in my life. Good and bad.
1) I'm more productive on a daily basis. Maybe not productive in ways are beneficial to myself, but I am not bored out of my mind. Working 7+ hours a day helps a lot a lot with that.
2) I don't read or lay out as much as I used to.
3) I also don't blog every other day about absolutely nothing, which I'm sure many of you are quite happy about.
4) When I DO get days off (aka- TODAY), I'm more productive too. For example, today I plan to tidy my room, go to the mall, work on my grandpa's 70th birthday/family reunion slideshow, and help my mom start our dual citizenship applications.


No new song of the day, sorry Charlie. I'm still stuck on The Script. :) I think it's true love.
But I do have a new discovery! I started watching the webshow Dorm Life and it is one of the funniest things I've ever seen!! It's like The Office, but in some ways funnier, and it takes place on the 5th floor of a college dorm building. Maybe I like it so much because I can relate to it a little more, even though, for the most part, none of those things even happen at BYU, but like I understand certain awkward situations and people and such. Like super-peppy people that absolutely no one can stand, but then they randomly end up hooking up with the most random people. Or girls fighting because one of them was talking to another hot guy that the first one was in love with. Or crazy RAs that just happen look like Aaron haha... Or falling for someone and then finding out later that their roommate was the one that liked you in the first place. Or finding Mystery Hot Girls/Men and trying to figure out where they live/their name/if they're single.
All of which happened to me in college. If you're wondering who or what situation I'm referring to, you're welcome to ask. But that doesn't mean I'll answer. ... Unless you're C. But if you are, you should already know the answers to these.

Funny stuff though. Check it out at dorm-life.com
Peace out.

So working technically started last Friday, but we actually started working on site on Monday. It's basically just me and Nichole Henderson. And our boss Rick Smoot. And when he's not there, his picture beautifully drawn by Nichole in Sharpie on a styrofoam plate watches over us. Oh, and the afternoonies that come in and help with lunch/teacher afternoon snack, Rick's son-in-law and daughter/other employee.
We work for Too Fat Sandwiches catering at Sequoia Middle School for their teacher inservices and training days.
Rundown of my seven-hour work day:
Breakfast.
1) Put bagels and muffins/doughnuts and danishes on to pretty plastic trays and set them out.
2) Get out packets of butter, cream cheese, and jelly for the bagels.
3) Set out bowls of apples and bananas
4) Fill a bowl with ice and put in a zillion yogurts.
5) Find the utensils box and put forks, knives, and napkins into wicker baskets at the end of the tables
6) Put the individual-sized cereal boxes into a large bowl.
7) Fill a bowl with ice and throw in a gallon of milk.
8) Take frozen juice boxes out of the freezer, put them in a foil pan, and pray they turn into juice not slushies by the time the teachers come.
9) Rick puts out the toasters some time during all this.
10) Get out creamers, sugar, tea bags, and stir sticks for the coffee and tea.
11) Take plastic wrap off the scones and melon. Oh yeah, put out the tin of scones and bowl of melon.
12) Fill up a bus tub with ice and throw in some water bottles so the picky teacher folks can have their cold water. Psh whatever.
13) Double check that everything is out. Today we forgot the juices and some crazy was severely upset.
14) Breathe.
15) Fetch the bus tubs from the classrooms from the day before. (more to come about those...)
Then the teachers come. Usually from 7:20 to 8:00am. We restock everything several times. Especially doughnuts, yogurts, milk gallons, utensils, bagels, and juices. Teachers eat much yogurts. And that part SUCKS.
Some time during breakfast Rick heads back to the restaurant to get ready for lunchie lunch. Then after they leave for their classes, we breathe some more. Today we had dance parties/karyoke with Nichole's iPod & iHome. That was fun. We got all the way through her playlist of a trillion songs. From Billy Joel to Billy Joel.
Then they come back in for their "morning break". Basically another chance for them to gorge themselves with crap food. And yogurts. We restock some, but not as much. Whatever's out is what they get pretty much.
And that part is only crazy because we get crazies asking what's for lunch (when sometimes we don't even know) and asking why the coffee or melon is gone. Ummmmmmm you're eating lunch in like an hour! Get over it!! Dumb-Dummyheads.
So then after the endless amount of teachers get their 2nd breakfast/"morning snack" we clear everything out. Oh, and Rick comes back with lunch. In the cafeteria, one table becomes two. One breakfast line becomes four. Inevitably, there are a gajillion doughnuts and some muffins leftover from breakfast.
Lunchie-Lunch.
1) Set out utensils. Forks, knives, spoons sometimes, napkins, and plates.
2) Set out salt and pepper and butter cups.
3) Bring out varying numbers of chaffing dishes. Monday we used 8, yesterday only 4, and today 6. And Rick told us tomorrow we're using 8 again.
4) Make salad. (BEST PART OF THE ENTIRE DAY)*
5) Separate rolls and throw them in a bowl.
6) Usually drain water from ice bowl and restock ice and water bottles. But we do that several times a day not just at lunch.
7) Fill bowls with ranch and italian dressings and various condiments. Today for the deep pit we used BBQ sauce and salsa.
8) Open freezer box with the sodas so the teachers can get to them without asking us ever 4.7 seconds.
9) Cut (often times sucky frozen) cakes/separate brownies/scoop pudding/do whatever's needed for dessert that day and put them on little dessert plates to go out front.
10) Umm... I think that's it. Breathe again. Oh! But all prep is doubled because there are now TWO tables, not just one. Suuuuuck.
* Making salad is the best part of my day. Not restocking it, but the initial preparation of it. Okay these bowls are fan.tas.tic. Like 3+ feet wide. FILLED with salad. And we mix them by hand. I feel like a kid in a sandbox with these salad bowls. Except I never liked sandboxes as a child, so maybe this is my proxy sandbox.
So lunchtime=lots more restocking. We restock salad probably 4 times, rolls about the same, utensils and plates at least twice, dressings a lot too. And we don't even deal with the main dishes. Rick & the afternoonies deal with all of that. After all the groups of teachers go through the line, Nichole and I get lunch. :) Another good part of the day. We get Monday-chicken and tri-tip , Tuesday-lasagna, Wednesday-deep pit, Thursday-enchiladas, & Friday-sandwiches. After we eat, Nichole and I start washing dishes/minimal clean up, and Rick & the afternoonies eat. Then the teachers leave and we clear everything out/clean up/wash much dishes.
Once the cafeteria is clear, we start the "afternoon snack delivery". Basically we put brownies/granola bars/rice crispies/cookies (depending on what day it is) into plastic sandwich boxes, and load up the requested amount of water bottles into the bus tubs and deliver them to the individual classes. Now remember, this stuff is delivered less than an hour after the biggest lunch/buffet they've maybe had in years. Teachers are eating machines and severely obese because of it. So we deliver the bus tubs full of goodies. Yesterday when we were delivering the rice crispies, one crazy basically snatched the plastic tin out of my hands so she could be sure to get a crispie treat, not a granola bar, because we had half granola bars & half crispie treats.
Clean-up time! Usually there's a few dishes to be done, a few counters to be wiped off, a few boxes of salad or buckets of dressing still out from lunch to be put away, a few random water bottles outs. Seriously, we never know where they come from or who's they are. They just appear.
OH! And a few doughnuts still not eaten. Let me rephrase that, a few HUNDRED doughnuts leftover from breakfast still. And they stay out aaaaaaaaaaall day, barely touched, and then get trashed at about 2pm. Sad for doughnuts huh? NO!! Not sad! If you saw or understood the amount of doughnuts we have every morning, you would probably cry. And they're not even great! They make us (me and Nichole) sick. So we are on a No-Doughnut Diet as of tomorrow. Doughnuts=Satan.