Starstruck

Elder Richard G. Scott came into my work. Yes last night. I think it's safe to say that I was a little bit starstruck. So story time, I was up at the front of the restaurant taking orders when a family comes in. The old man (AKA Grandpa AKA Elder Scott) is wearing a sweater that resembled a Mr. Rogers sweater. I keep looking at him and he probably thought I was crazy. 

"I know this man," I kept thinking to myself. "Where have I seen him???" He hands me his credit card as they start to order and I immediately look at the name. RICHARD G SCOTT! Of course! How could I have not known who he was at a first glance??? I think I went into fan girl mode because I don't remember much about taking their order. I would have given them free meals if I could have! 

I didn't want to be one of those people who interrupts people that are famous or well known for a picture, no matter how badly I wanted one. So what did I do? I did what any respectable person would do and let him eat his meal in peace. But then I grabbed a taco (to pretend it was my break time) and sat down facing right in front of him diagonally and whipped out my phone and started taking pictures of him. Yes I had a paparazzi moment. Don't judge me.

As you can tell I don't have run ins with General Authorities very often. There's only one other time that I've ever had that experience, and it's not necessary the best. So way way back in the day while I was still in junior high, my wards youth went to the Conference Center for a choir practice for this big Joseph Smith Commemoration that was to be held a few weeks later. We got stuck in the parking garage for a good 40 minutes and finally once we got close to the light, it turned yellow. My young womans president (who will remain nameless as to avoid the teasing that could possibly occur from the telling of this story) got tired of waiting and decided to run the red light and turn left. In doing this she cut off a car coming out from a different parking garage ahead of us and who did she cut off? Thomas Monson. He just smiled and waved and let us go ahead of him. Yes we cut off the next President of the LDS Church. Hopefully we can eventually get that erased from our book of life, because I don't think that would look very good. But hey in my defense I wasn't driving, so I think I'm good. 

Yogurt Isn't Ice Cream

My coworkers are a bunch of goobers. Just crazy, weirdos that....well are very much themselves.

For example last week I was doing some paperwork while the guys were cleaning and I turned on some music on my phone. Lionell comes over after hearing the music, listens for a minute and says, "Teresa I really like this song. Who is it? Is this Lionell Ritchie?" 

"No."

"Is it Luther Vandross?" 

"No...it's One Direction." (I guess in his defense I was on a Luther Vandross phase that week.)

At least working with these guys there's never a dull moment. And I think I might have gotten my coworkers obsessed with frozen yogurt. We eat it all the time. Now I've gotta start going to the gym. Ooops. Maybe we'll have to slow down with the food after work.  

Also today TJ did his redneck accent for me and it was almost creepy how good it was. 'Murica. 'Nuff said.

Be The Good

My faith in humanity has been restored. Nothing better could have happened at work a few nights ago than what did. 

A married couple came into work and they mentioned how their car got a flat tire. They were along the side of the road trying to fix it for about an hour when a man pulled right behind them and asked if there was anything he could do to help. They said they've been trying to change the tire for a while but couldn't fix it. The man pulled out a $20 and gave it to the couple telling them to go get something to eat while he fixed it. 
(That's number one faith in humanity.)

The couple is ordering and the cost with drinks was $20.48. The man said I only have a twenty with me, so I just took the cost of a drink off their meal. But what really amazed me was that there was a lady who had just walked up to the cash register (because she overheard that he was short for his meal) and offered to pay for the couples meal! It was probably one of the best things I've seen in my life, that as a humankind we really do care about the welfare of others. 

People really are good people. 

Happy Working Song

It feels like it has been forever since I've blogged. But have no fear! I am back, but the sad thing is no big juicy exciting stories. 
But its a new year, new semester, new major. Same old work, new people though. 
Our fridge? Missing a leg. I don't know why that was important to post about.

But work really is a lot of fun. We really do have some great times. Taco Tuesdays are always crazy. Keeps us busy. But what about the other days of the week? We get so slow sometimes. So I think Mustache Mondays will help keep us entertained when we have nothing to do. I think I'll email the CEO of the company and have him implement it into the new dress code.

Les Miserables

Within the first week of the release of Les Mis I had the opportunity to go see it twice. I went opening day with my family and then about a week later I went with my coworkers. Aldon, one of my coworkers said that we should all go see it together as a group, but that we should tell the theater workers that majority of our group was hearing impaired so they would have to put on the captions and it could be like a big sing-a-long in the theater. Too bad we didn't do it. Well we didn't need the lyrics anyways. We knew them by heart...except for the new songs and parts that they put in.

So after we got out of work at 10:15 we hurried over to the theater, bought our tickets and popcorn and the movie started. Oh how I love Les Miserables. I've seen it live before once and it was amazing. I thought the movie was pretty good, it's obviously not going to be like it is when it is live, but I thought they did a pretty good job with it. 

My coworkers that hadn't seen it before or didn't even know what it was about loved it. All of us were crying. I was pretty proud of my boys then. They do have a heart! A few weeks later and we're still all singing Les Mis at work. 

So for those of you who haven't seen Les Mis, go see it! I'm pretty sure you'll like it.

And if you can't make it to the movies anytime soon have no fear! This video is pretty much the movie in 10 minutes...all by one man.

Quick Update

To the creeper who kept prank phone calling my work last night, you made work interesting for those working. At first we thought that our phones were broken and that's why they kept ringing. Then we wondered if it was the Rubio's Ghost. The Rubios Ghost is real my friends. He opens the doors in the restaurant when no one was there, even the heavy 40 pound doors I have a hard time opening. Tomas, one of the cooks, thinks that the Ghost is a female and she wants him. But don't listen to Tomas, the Ghost is a guy!
But then last night, I had a thought, the phone calls are probably some teenagers doing some prank calling. And they did it all night long! Finally after about an hour and a half of the phone non stop ringing, I answered the phone and said in my creepiest voice "Helllllooooo." I then just started to laugh my head off and then the voice on the other end of the phone said, "You have 7 days. 2 PM next Thursday." Well folks looks like I've got my due date. If I don't see any of you again, I love you all. They called back again and then what creeped me out was when they said, "Teresa I see you." Okay creeps. After that they didn't call back very much just two or three times. 
So pretty much work was very interesting last night. But hey at least we weren't bored when it got slow. 

I Love Customers

A few days ago at work this group of several guys came in and got food. One of the men wasn't sure what he wanted and asked me what suggestions I could give him. I helped him decide what to get and he was off sitting down at the table, just patiently waiting for his food.

"Order up," yelled the cooks and I took the food out to these guys. I hand the guy his burrito and taco and ask them if I can get them anything else. The one guy that I had helped replied with, "No but since you helped me decide what to get for dinner, you get the first bite." 

Oh how polite. I've never had any customer offer me the first bite of their meal. 

And this is why I love customers.

And last night the cooks at work were singing Les Miserables. I love the cooks too.