Danielle Part 3

To add insult to injury, she went to talk to the managers. One would expect her to say something to the effect of "Oh I overflowed the sink and I'm really sorry, don't blame it on my coworkers." Is this what she said? Of course not. She said something more like "The High Schoolers have been dicking around." What kind of phrase is that anyway? The nerve! She could have kept quiet and none of the managers ever would have known anything, but instead she blames it on me! Me, who had made 56 salads, 4 pans of Taco Haystack dip, 18 vegetable pizza bagels, and 15 fruit and cheese trays. My list went on and on, while hers barely even existed. Can you imagine what my co workers and I felt? Pissed off would be a good term. Furious would be another. Not only did we work our asses off all day, we got blamed for somebody else's mess and had a new list of work to boot!

So, my friends, the lesson of the day is that people can not be trusted. Have you read that little note on the side? About small children? Well that should be changed to everyone, but I can't remember how to edit it, so it will continue to say small children.

I wanted to put a post of a lesbian up here, but after Google searching the word lesbian, I thought better of it. The pictures would have burned your eyes and made them bleed. So I guess the moral of the story is, don't trust any lesbians named Danielle. I think there should be a deeper moral but I'm too tired to think of one.

P.S. Sorry if this seemed whiny, but I thought everyone should be on guard for lesbians named Danielle. They are evil.

P.P.S. Sorry that this post was so long, it just happened to turn out that way. I did some word counting and it adds up to about 1140 words. Quite the lengthy little beasty!

P.P.P.S If the post doesn't seem very long anymore I probably broke it up into several smaller ones for neatness' sake. K thanks. Bye.

Allergen Notes: Sarcasm is included.

Disclaimer: Names may have been changed to protect the identity of those discussed in these and other blog posts.

Danielle, part 2

To further complicate Danielle and her problems, she has a major crush on Joy. I wouldn't be surprised if she broke up with her girlfriend today and proposed to Joy. Joy is 38 or so, Danielle is 21. To most people this would be a large obstacle, but Danielle is used to such relationships. Her girlfriend is 31, and 38 isn't that big of a step up is it? Only 7 years. May I barf please?

These reasons alone would not be enough to explain why I dislike Danielle. Danielle has overstepped her boundaries, and will pay for her transgressions soon enough. Hopefully.

Last time I worked with her, last Sunday to be exact, was when she really over taxed herself with the cantaloupe and Taco dip. I didn't say anything because I am used to it. I just try to ignore her. Anyway, at one point Danielle turned on both sinks and went to text in the cupboard before leaving the room. I am used to her wandering out randomly, so I thought nothing of it. Neither did Gabby or Kayla, two of the other people I was working with. We left the room as well to do some actual work, consisting of checking up on the salad bar and whatnot. Jared, a produce guy, came out to tell us that Danielle had walked in the room, and discovered something absolutely flabbergasting. Her running water had overflowed! How tragic!

Danielle of course did the only wise thing, and said "F***ing High Schoolers!" This statement would come to my mind had I made a mess too, anything to blame it on somebody else. She proceded to have a minor mental breakdown and go into psycho mode. After cleaning up her mess she went out and made a massive list of things to make that, in all honesty, did not need to be made at all. It included, but was not limited to, 28 more salads, 2 fruit pizzas, 6 fruit pizza slices, and over 10 fruit and vegetable trays. This list of course took her a half hour to compile. With list in hand, she charged back into the prep room to show us high schoolers who was boss. As if we had overflowed the sink in the first place. The sad part is, Danielle does not even have the right to tell anyone what to do. She came crawling back to Hy-Vee after quitting a few years past. She plans on becoming a Hy-Vee lifer. She's really, really cool.

TO BE CONTINUED

IDK my BFF Danielle

Lucky for me, I was involved in these escapades. In fact, I was the one suffering under them. I have a story about this person named Danielle, whom I work with. I don't like Danielle. In fact, only one person I work with does. That person is Joy. See, I used to like Joy, but then Danielle came along. They became friends seeing as they were the only two people working full time in the salad bar, and that was totally cool. They could be friends if they wanted to be, I don't care.

One thing about Joy is her peculiar way of talking when she is making a random comment and/or telling a story. If she is mad, she has a very vicious way of saying something. Lots and lots of emotion are included. Even if she isn't mad, but doesn't feel like making salads, the way she says "salads" has a lot of emotion. Maybe even a bit of grunty-ness. I'm not sure how to describe it, but I know other people that do the same thing. Anyway, the thing is, that Danielle has begun to talk like Joy. Its creepy. She also follows Joy around to do everything. She goes on break with her, takes stuff that they made (together) out with her, even goes to smoke with her. Oddly enough Danielle doesn't smoke. But hey, whatever. I must admit, though, that when she repeats everything she says in exactly the same way, its weird. Really, really weird. And annoying as well.

The most bothersome thing about Danielle is the fact that she doesn't do anything. Ever. In an eight hour shift she managed to package up some cantaloupe. Pre-cut cantaloupe. Hard work for sure. She also contrived to mix up a batch of Taco Haystack dip. This takes a normal person about, oh, half an hour max, generally about ten minutes. These two activities took up Danielle's whole shift. Boy, she must have been tired after that, because she took an hour break (she should have only taken a 30 minute break), went "smoking" with Joy, and then came back and talked to her girlfriend on the work phone for 10 or 20 minutes. Oh yeah, she has a girlfriend. Cute. It's not that I'm anti-lesbian, just anti-Danielle.

TO BE CONTINUED