Man: Mr. James
   Sup: Danielle
   Coor: Me!  The Nick!

   That grease is really getting on my nerves.  First, it burns me.  Tonight, after we closed, it escaped its confines and spilled all over the floor.

   Basically, I'm an idiot.  I leaned down, opened the fryer, turned off the monitor, turned off the gas, pulled the valve (it was already down), and opened the drain.  I did this all without thinking; the same thing you'd do to filter the fryers.

   Now, I didn't have the fry pan in.  That's why grease covered my kitchen floor.  I noticed when I heard a strange splashing noise and my shoe started to get progressively hotter and hotter.  I saved about half the oil.

   The funny thing about this (apart from taking an hour and some to clean) is that I always feared I would do this someday.  Amanda's job became much more creative as she dodged slippery patches.

   Luckily, Mr. James understood and didn't maim me.  This is the sort of thing that ruins friendships!  It wasn't fun cleaning up, that's for sure.  Grease just loves to stick to the floor.

   In other news, I think I said something to make Colleen angry at me.  I know she'll read this, so I have to be 'nice'... since apparently, I acted like a 'big jerk' tonight.  The Nick!?  A 'big jerk'?  How did I do that?  Well, I don't know, and neither does she... at least, she can't (or won't) tell me how.  She's sorta' childish like that.  She wouldn't talk to me all night (she sprayed me with water and wondered why I was annoyed with her), and she wouldn't talk to me online, so I had to 'borrow' her screenname for a little while to make her talk.  Her new favorite phrase is 'whatever', by the way.

   Anyway, she put in her two week's notice because 'mary was acting like an idiot'.  And I told her to grow up.  The way I see it, if *I* take credit for making her put in her two week's notice, I'll be regarded as a hero.  Of course, that's stretching the truth a bit, but this is me smiling :)

   More seriously, why do people always blame The Nick for their problems?  I mean, come on, people, grow up!  And I'm not just complaining about Colleen, either, for you wise guys out there who like to make fun of The Nick or even Colleen.  Some of you make a scapegoat out of me, too.  I'm not just talking about you guys at work either!

   But I'm getting off-track.  Danielle's first supervising shift had to be fun.  Apart from someone putting in their two week's notice and quitting, wonderful drive-thru cooperation and morale, running out of supervisor notebook space, and watching dangerous hot grease spill all over The Nick, I'm sure she's going to quit tomorrow.

   I'm sorry, Donna.  I promised I wouldn't make her cry.... and I think she just might.  Really, it wasn't my fault, I absolutely swear it.  That grease accident could have happened to anyone.

   The only happiness I get out of it is that maybe, just maybe, Charlie works in the morning.  He told me to "get the bottle of Febreeze and pull the very heavy hot things out and wash the walls... don't worry, it's not filled with Febreeze, but that industrial strength acid labeled 'DANGER'."

   He said it with an almost straight face, but I had to stop and wonder what his dark heart had planned for The Nick.  I just know something was up.  (Un)fortunately, the back door was locked and The Nick had no run-ins with dangerous acid.  (I did get some grease on my shoe, but no acid).

   So, once again, I apologize to Donna, for making our new supervisor cry, to Mr. James, for making him have to help clean up a good amount of grease (I don't think he cried), to Danielle, for making her cry, and to Linda, who's going to make me cry when I come into work tomorrow.

   Goodbye, cruel world.