Man: Mr. James
   Sup: Kyle R
   Coor: The Nick

   An interesting event occurred today.  I coordinated.

   Of course, it was Saturday night and I had to clean a freezer, but I coordinated.  With Brett.  All the typical fun and enjoyment, except good ol' Kyle R. was in a bad mood.  Not that I'm complaining too much.  I did clean a few things too early, to which he responded by throwing food onto my nice and cleaned dishes (and Brett had to wash them again), and he did check my clean up job with a white glove, but I'm still happy.  It's ten times better than other nights.  He did get on the girl's nerves.  Basically, all the girls who closed this night had complaints about him.  Hey, everyone has a bad night, right?  Just some of us more than others.

   What happened this night?  Nothing bad, although I haven't coordinated in so long I actually didn't know how to get the new fryer pan disconnected.  I asked Kyle R. and he couldn't get it, either.  We had to call Mr. James out. A buncha' young fools looking at a hose, perplexed.  Funny.