Hotsauce

I just spent an enchanting evening at work where we have installed a new system to manage orders and credit cards and whatnot…

I now have a nifty little plastic card thingy that I have to slide through the credit card slot while managing. It makes my job seem — tangible. Like I’m really a manager – and don’t just play one in some deli.

Still – the little plastic card doesn’t ward off impatient pricks. I’d like to slide it across the jugular of several of the clientele that came in tonight and raised a ruckus. A ruckus I say.

And – it doesn’t magically create all possible combinations of menu items — those weird requests we get have to be manually entered as we come across them — thus the ruckus with the impatients.

Now I’m at home — and in six hours I will be in the shower — waiting to experience the thrill of computerized chaos all over again.

I just wish I could play Defender on those touchscreens.

And I wish someone would paint a portrait of willi that sells for $900…