It's been a long time since, I've posted, yes? Have you missed me?Today's topic... washing your hands...
Washing your hands. Vital to your health, or so we are told by our parents and our doctors, and the signs in public bathrooms. It is the best way to prevent the spread of disease. At summer camps, hand sanitizer is ever prevalent, and even restaurants are starting to provide the alcohol smelling wonder that kills 99.9% of germs. I am a huge fan of hand sanitizer, but at my restaurant, I do not get the chance to indulge on my love of hand sanitizer. I get to wash my hands. All day long.
Recently, due to the fun sickness that has decide to infect the nation this summer, my restaurant has implemented a heavier hand washing rule. Now, I'm not going to tell you that I'm against health and sanitation. I think it's great. But take a dive into a 6 hour shift for me for a moment. We're required to wash our hands for exactly 20 seconds. Not 15, not while you sing the birthday song or your ABC's. We wash our hands for a stop watch timed 20 seconds. Not so bad? Well, the other thing we're required to do while at work is pre-bus all of our tables. Everything that isn't a glass, silverware, or paper, must be off the table before the bussers come to clear. (What do the bussers have to do then? I ask myself the same question every day. Don't get me wrong, I love our bussers, it's just a hassle right now...) So, as we take the other things, plates, baskets, appetizers, etc, back to the dishwasher, we have to wash our hands. I'm usually working with 3-6 tables at a time, and I average 2 trips for a pre-bus and I generally get through a table in 45 minutes. 2x6=12. Every 45 minutes I'm washing my hands 12 times. For 20 seconds. My hands already looked like an 80 year old woman's!! They're drying out. They're cracking! I hate washing my hands! The ritual has become a miserable experience for me! Right next to the sink in the back, there's a glorious hand sanitizer dispenser that I do not get the priviledge to partake of. It sits there laughing at me while my hands get washed raw.
Now you know. Red Robin workers have really clean hands. Well, at least I do. And I hate it. Appreciate your watiress. If you look at her hands, and they look like mine do, tip her a couple extra bucks, and feel sorry for her.
I try to avoid the online journalish feel for my blog. I mostly do it to give myself a kick once in a while, but I have had a lot of great things happen to me in the last little while that I'll fill you all in on. I got the chance to be an EFY counselor this summer, and it was incredible in every aspect of the word. I loved every minute, and am so grateful that I was able to do it. I got to go to Lake Powell for a week with Jordan and her family, and I loved it! It's so beautiful there! I went to the Lady Antebellum in St. George, also with Jordan, and we lived it up!! Lady A was amazing, and Charles Kelly is intensely good looking.
Rach
