So Dread quit today. I sort of saw it coming, but I honestly did not expect him to quit in the middle of the shift.
I woke up in a foul mood this morning after having a work dream that involved bitching out Baby Brother for some reason. I stayed in a foul mood all day and, upon arriving at work, found I had a shit-load of stuff to do. Dread was an hour-and-a-half late again. He told me that some whackjob tried to kill him last night and chased him for two blocks with a knife. This is New Orleans and he does live in Treme, so it's entirely plausible. He was pretty shook up about the whole affair, and spent the entire shift on the phone trying to track down a gun.
So, about 8:30 or so as I was making jambalaya, he comes upstairs and says that it's just not working out. Again, saw that coming. Sweetheart of a guy, but he wasn't catching onto the deal and he had come in at least an hour-and-a-half late for like the last five or so shifts. On top, he was having trouble with parking and seeing his kids, which he can only see on weekends. I figured he was due to get canned in fairly short order anyway, but still and all. Nice guy, hope it all works out for him.
I guess that means I'll be on nights a little longer. Ah, well. We got a new girl who started this week and she's got culinary education under her belt, so we'll see how that goes. This weekend should be slow-ish, but Jazzfest starts next week and I'm sure that'll be hell on Earth.
Good night.
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