Friday was an insanely busy day at work. I guess it was the last day of school, so I was inundated with deli sandwich orders. I realize that I have a pretty decent margin on sandwiches, but there is no way in hell that my time is best served dishing out mayo and white bread and pressed meats.

I had an order for 50 ribeyes, which was pretty big. I gave the guy a sale price from last week, which still has a $1.75/lb markup ( I think, I'm still not used to reading these order sheets from this wholesaler) so figure 25 lbs of meat at $1.75 mark up and that's a tidy little profit for 30 minutes of work.

I can't help but feel like we have a massive potential on our hands for a really good magnet customer base, but I feel like I'm being hampered by an old-timer who has been the Asst. Manager of the store for like 30 years, and seems to be hell bent on keeping things Status Quo. This all despite the new owners paying me (probably) more than they can afford (but not as much as I should be making) to increase sales and tidy up the place, and hopefully allow them to expand and remodel once business is on the upswing.

I made fresh country and Italian sausage yesterday. They turned out ok, but I'm forced to sell just the bulk meat since we don't have a sausage stuffer, despite having the hog casings. I don't get it. I didn't really do anything fun or interesting besides that.

I was rather busy yesterday, too, but I managed to get out of there in time to get home for the
Wizards game. I had just planned on watching it streaming from MLSnet, but some guys I know online who live here in Columbia got a hold of me and we went out to a pseudo-ritz generic sports-pub to watch it. The first thing I noticed was that there was a fucking Bentley parked right outside. Secondly, they only had 4 beers on tap. 4?!?. That's sad. The game was pretty much shit, but the Hot Wings were actually pretty good. They were perfectly spicy, but maybe just a bit too vinegar-y. And the blue cheese was homemade with big hunks of maytag in it.

Then I left for the bars but couldn't get a hold of anybody. So I sat at Tellars, at the bar by myself and drank for a couple hours. I didn't mean to get ripped, but next thing I know, I'm at Snappers (which I have a personal ban on) chatting with Mike and Em, and probably being belligerent. And I'm so drunk that I can't remember my wife's cell number. Bad news, but JJ showed up and had KT's number so I got home safely.

I'm googling, but I can't find out if the jury came to a decision in the Rios trial. Personally, I think he did it, but with no murder weapon, I'm afraid that the jury will have a reasonable doubt as to his guilt. I will be so sick to my stomach if he gets acquitted.

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