J-Hole Update

Hmmm...it's been a while since I have written one of these. Over a month. Let's see what has been going on here in Jackson...oh yeah, all the snow has melted. Somehow the mountain is still open, but only for desperate fools who planned ski vacations for the end of March. I laugh at them everyday. Yesterday it rained and I just laughed at those sopping wet bastards, trying to make the most out of an already doomed ski trip. So I work in a sandwich shop at the mountain now. I'm the Assistant Manager. Mostly I just make sure that nothing goes completely wrong and that all of the customers receive their food in a reasonable amount of time. To tell you the truth, I'm completely sick of working at the resort. I'm sick of the people who come to my restaurant, asking for stupid things that we don't have. I have to admit I love shooting them down. "Do you have any french fries?" Response...No. "Anything fried at all?" No. This is a sandwich shop. We serve sandwiches. "Do you have any regular mustard?" No. We only have dijon here, show a little class. "Do you have any ketchup?" Fuck no. Why would you want ketchup on a deli sandwich?

One of my favorite scenes was a family who brought their own McDonalds food all the way to the mountain to enjoy their lunch in our dining area. McDonalds is a good 30 minutes away. But hey, I know I'd drive twice that distance for some delicious obesity burgers.

Also, I'm really sick of old people. They suck. They all expect us to be busting our asses to give them their sandwich as fast as we can. This isn't the '50s anymore old timer. American workers are much lazier and less efficient than 50 years ago. I could give two shits if your coffee isn't hot enough to scald or if the milk in your latte is sour. Believe it or not, but this isn't fuckin' Starbucks.

This is what happens when you spend a mild winter working at a ski resort making crappy overpriced food for foolish tourists. By the end of the season, you just don't care anymore. Luckily the season is nearly over.