I call them kiddles because it makes me think of kibbles, which is what I want to feed them.
Well, I was a server tonight, which is when most of the suck happens. Nice big summer band camp, rich kids used to getting their way, and lasagna night.
Lasagna night sucks because it is served from the little pans, 12 slices each, and each line serves 200-250 campers and staff. See the problem?
Luckily the guy serving with me is so scared of me I convince him with no argument (other than a "screw you, zombiequeen") that I get to serve green beans and breadsticks. Simply by being by them before he is...and making stabby gestures with the bean spoon.
Our veggie lasagna is really tasty looking, but it is for vegetarians, people who cannot have beef, and counselors that want it. No you cannot have both regular and veggie, and No, I will not make an exception because you made a cute face. I'm not even serving lasagna, I have green beans and breadsticks. And I doubt the guy serving it is into middle school boys, in fact he says you guys are the grossest things ever (he told me this before serving). I tend to believe him, and I will back him up on the offer of NO, cannot has!
Hello boys line! Yes, I am a pretty lady, no you cannot have my number. Not allowed. Denied. Same for you, counselor dude. Not allowed to be friends either...nope
I can tell when the cabins have a straight guy as counselor because the entire time they are going through the line, they are staring at my chest. Not that it's particularly impressive, but because I am a girl. Or the classic comment to me offering them a breadstick...wait for it...."I got a breadstick for you
." Dude, no. You are in middle school. You're like, 12? Maybe 14? I know I look young, but I'm not. The ones that had bi or gay counselors? Made eye contact, or looked at the food. Also, generally polite. I'm glad I didn't get any comments about "hot piece of ass" or "whoah, hourglass" this session. So these kids get a little extra credit, plus a couple remembered me from last year as the kids camp server (younger kids have a seperate camp). That was nice, they were probably the best of the bunch there.
I don't even want to think about the pudding anymore...let alone the kids who asked what it was, or assumed it was fudge, custard, gravy (gravy?
), or...poop. I did mention I had middle school boys, right? Not to mention in a place where getting the people through your line is #1 priority, why did we move the pudds to the lines instead of leaving it out by fruit and salad? It slows us down, leads to a cluster of kids at the door, and I get to hear and see their nasty little kid reactions to "PUUDDSSSS!!!! Guys they have PUDDING!!!!!! lololololol." and wiggling the spoon in said pudds for like thirty seconds because it wiggles. Wait until jello day, what will they do? 

After work got out and the husbandinator picked me up, just one look and he was like "Sorry about work babe, you want to go to the store and get something nice?" He totally made my day better by letting me pick out make up and pretty conditioner (I pick out hair products by color and smell
) and took me out to dinner.
So I guess the day got better, but I work tomorrow too...and I kind of dread being server tomorrow...
EDIT: I just realized today is Friday the 13...do you think the kids are just being bad today? Nahhh....
Well, I was a server tonight, which is when most of the suck happens. Nice big summer band camp, rich kids used to getting their way, and lasagna night.
Lasagna night sucks because it is served from the little pans, 12 slices each, and each line serves 200-250 campers and staff. See the problem?
Luckily the guy serving with me is so scared of me I convince him with no argument (other than a "screw you, zombiequeen") that I get to serve green beans and breadsticks. Simply by being by them before he is...and making stabby gestures with the bean spoon.

Our veggie lasagna is really tasty looking, but it is for vegetarians, people who cannot have beef, and counselors that want it. No you cannot have both regular and veggie, and No, I will not make an exception because you made a cute face. I'm not even serving lasagna, I have green beans and breadsticks. And I doubt the guy serving it is into middle school boys, in fact he says you guys are the grossest things ever (he told me this before serving). I tend to believe him, and I will back him up on the offer of NO, cannot has!
Hello boys line! Yes, I am a pretty lady, no you cannot have my number. Not allowed. Denied. Same for you, counselor dude. Not allowed to be friends either...nope
I can tell when the cabins have a straight guy as counselor because the entire time they are going through the line, they are staring at my chest. Not that it's particularly impressive, but because I am a girl. Or the classic comment to me offering them a breadstick...wait for it...."I got a breadstick for you

I don't even want to think about the pudding anymore...let alone the kids who asked what it was, or assumed it was fudge, custard, gravy (gravy?



After work got out and the husbandinator picked me up, just one look and he was like "Sorry about work babe, you want to go to the store and get something nice?" He totally made my day better by letting me pick out make up and pretty conditioner (I pick out hair products by color and smell

So I guess the day got better, but I work tomorrow too...and I kind of dread being server tomorrow...
EDIT: I just realized today is Friday the 13...do you think the kids are just being bad today? Nahhh....
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