So I might have mentioned that I do
dishes after dinner. It usually takes me about two hours. I need to
cut it down to something reasonable like an hour and a half, but it’s
a work in progress.
There are a lot of guys in the kitchen
at night. Sometimes the breakfast cook comes in to make something.
Sometimes cleanup crews come in. Sometimes the guy that runs the
kitchen comes in and…I think I’ve griped about this before now
that I come to think of it.
One of the things the night cook does
is check the sign-up sheet on the door to see who needs a late dinner.
The goal is that everyone gets a job so they can move out, right?
Well, the shelter still provides dinner even if you’re working
during dinner. It’s pretty sweet.
Well at night I’m sometimes the only
person in the kitchen with the evening meals. Now, I don’t have any
specific authority over it, but I’m the only person ‘on the
clock’ while folks are getting their meals. I’ll usually notice
when someone saunters in to get a meal, but I generally do my job and
assume everything goes to plan.
Until Tuesday night, whenever a guy,
‘Stache, didn’t get his meal. He came in an asked about it, but I didn't see it on the table for late dinners. I felt
pretty bad and checked around the kitchen for it, but if it wasn’t on the table, then someone ate it.
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