Man: Mr. James
   Sup: Kyle R.
   Coor: Scott

   I was in drive thru with Brett and Faith.  We did excellent!

   So why did tonight suck?  Two words... Kyle R.  (True, the "R." part isn't a word, but an abbreviation, but you get the point.)

   Every once in a while, someone gets jealous of The Nick, makes fun of The Nick.  They'll even say that The Nick sucks because he calls himself "The Nick".  Unfortunately, that's about the only bad thing they can come up with.  So basically, tonight was customers, cleaning, and being hypocritically made fun of.  Just another typical night for The Nick.  Yes, I'm used to this being picked on behavior... all night long.

   Where to begin?  I'm hesitant to declare open season on Kyle because he generally doesn't make it his personal mission to harass me.  He's generally a good guy.  Still, that's no excuse to harass The Nick!  And just because someone does something wrong to me 'once or twice' doesn't mean I should ignore it.

   So, an example of things The Nick puts up with...
 

   Let's talk about customers.  I like customers.  Without them, I'd get no money.  So, there I am, listening to customers, serving customers, communicating with customers, taking money from customers, handing products to customers, making customers happy... eventually, after much hard work and many long hours, the customers, for a brief moment in time, stop coming.  I marvel at this, as I've been hard pressed by the sheer volume of customers all coming in at the exact same time rather than kindly spacing themselves evenly throughout the night.  However, the shock passes and I take a deep breath, figuring four and a half seconds of introspective thought and recovery might be deserved after so much hard work.

   But no!  Who should walk in with the words "Why are you doing nothing whenever I look at you?"  This happened multiple times.  I remember three distinct and memorable moments, although some smaller incidents occurred.  Now tell me, why would anyone do this to The Nick?  What possible reason would you watch and wait for him to stop moving for less than half a dozen seconds after witnessing much hard work only to pounce on him and give the impression that he is fat and lazy to the very people who have witnessed otherwise mere seconds previous?  Is there some hidden humor value to this that I'm missing?

   How's about the time I rolled out of drive-thru for a period of thirteen trivial seconds, saying the words "Hey, Scotty, I gotta' tell you about--" before being interrupted with the memorable words "Why is it that whenever I look at you you're talking and not working?"

   The only plausible answer is because you walk around with your eyes closed for hours at a time, opening them at select five and ten second intervals during your shift!  That's a reasonable answer, actually.  It makes sense.

   Of course, if talking in the kitchen to the kitchen crew is so bad, sooo bad that I can't even say a sentence to them, how come my friendly supervisor spent a decent chunk of time talking to them all night?

   But why do I bother anymore?  I'm used to it.