Thursday, September 28, 2006

Thursday

I took Anna to the doctor today to get a shot of cortisone in her ring finger. Her finger is stiff and she has a hard time bending it. That is from using her mouse at work 8 to 10 hours a day.

Ironically, the nurse prepped the wrong finger before the doctor came in to give the shot. Wrong finger? Now, I see why sometimes they amputate the wrong leg or arm.

The is the first step.

The next step might be a cortisone shot into her hand for her Carpal Tunnel. If that doesn’t work, then surgery will probably be the solution.

Afterwards, we ate at good old greasy Mrs. Winners. We haven’t eaten at a Mrs. Winners in probably six or eight months – we need a good grease fix from time to time – we are Southerners.

It was about 4:30 when we walked in Mrs. Winners. Nobody was working but the manager. She was a perky little redhead. She took our orders and just as she was going to prepare it a young black guy with a uniform came in and went behind the counter. The redhead told the black guy what he needed to cook. Apparently they were not expecting anybody that early.

While he was working on that an elderly couple came in and they each ordered a fried chicken meal. She went back and told him to put so many pieces of chicken in the deep fryer or how ever Mrs. Winners does it. Then, just as he started on that she took an order from the drive-through for ten pieces of chicken. She went back and told him that.

I am not sure what happened then… As far as I could tell she had just took 3 orders, our orders which were pork chops, the elderly couple with chicken dinners, and the drive-through order with ten pieces of chicken. I think she got overly nervous and wasn’t sure he comprehended the orders, so she gave them to him again, but he did comprehend the orders and he comprehended the second time she told him as a separate order. He had twenty plus chicken parts cooking when she realized that. She flipped out.

We ate and while there read parts of a U.S.A. TODAY newspaper. When we left she was still shouting at him in a nervous shrill voice. Anna said she bets he goes to bed dreaming of that wretched voice screaming at him. I said he probably goes home and imitates her to his family and they all have a good laugh.

We went to a Walmart that we haven’t been to in over a half year. Lately we have been going to Super Walmarts. But, just for old times sakes went to one of the older ones we used to go to – and since we were on that side of town.

I do not see how they get anything done at that Walmart. All the stock people just seem to prop themselves and lean themselves against things and talk and philosophy. Which is OK, if you are off the clock, but if you are on the clock it seems you should at least pretend to be productive.

Anna’s finger seems to be doing good. The doctor told her not to use it for 24 to 48 hours. She hasn’t let it stop her. Of course it may all hit her tomorrow morning on her off day.

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4 Comments:

Blogger Steve said...

Ah, this story reminds me of some of my labors during the min. wage days, when i was a lad....

2:04 AM  
Blogger ET said...

I think the manager was probably recently promoted from miniwage because she had good diction and spunk.

4:22 AM  
Blogger Suzanne said...

Well, at least some people are taking advantage of WalMart instead of the other way around.

8:29 PM  
Blogger ET said...

Suzanne,
You are right. Maybe that Wal-Mart is their official pay-back station that they play make videos of the work force to play to the upper management, a type of a video planned to rid them of their guilty feelings.

4:31 AM  

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