I said I needed inspiration eh? I've got all the inspiration I need..
Today I went to work at the Retirement Village again. After serving dinner to the residents (that's my fave part! Hee), I was washing the dishes while my colleague cleaned the coffee machine and put the table clothes to wash.
We've a wastemaster in the kitchen where you can throw soft food into and I threw the minced meat into the wastemaster.
Way to go, Abby.
So after cleaning the trays, cutlery, plates, bowls etc and putting it into the dishwasher, I turned on the switch that activates the wastemaster. Normally, the food thrown into it would go down the wastemaster and it grinds it.
But noo, this time it didn't happen because "someone" threw the mince down the wastemaster.
The wastemaster was now half-full with orangey water (must have been the custard; the water is supposed to go down, not stay there), and bubbly lumpy.. alright, let's not go there, I shall spare you the gory details. Immediately, I checked the list of things you weren't supposed to put i the wastemaster and sure enough, meat was in it.
Sigh.. my colleague came and she tried to turn it on too but the water sputtered out of the dishwasher this time. It was a good thing we held a pail over it so it didn't really go all over the place.
At this point, we stood there - looking at each other, wondering what to do. My colleague thought we should try forcing the meat DOWN, so I thought.. "Stick! We need a stick!". She then suggested the end of the squiggy stick (a squiggy is something like a mop but it's made out of rubber). So I turned it upside down and tried poking the wastemaster. It felt so silly I just burst out laughing uncontrollably, but yeah - when that failed, I could find no reason to laugh anymore.
I was really desperate for God to make that minced meat in the wastemaster to disappear and I prayed for wisdom.
After that, I took off my short gloves and put on long ones, took a deep breath and started scooping the water and bits of food out. Yeah I know. Ugh. I thought maybe if we could at least see the bottom of the wastemaster, we could figure out how to unclog it.. finally got all the water out but the base of it looked alright. We figured that the wastemaster must have been clogged underneath the base.
It was already 830pm (stayed an extra hour trying to rectify this mess) but we finally decided there was nothing we could do about it. I called the kitchen hand on duty tomorrow to tell her not to use the wastemaster but was unable to contact my head chef. Tomorrow, with you, dear reader as my witness, I solemnly promise that when my head chef calls I will take full responsibility for my actions and confess the whole truth.
Am I making too big a deal out of this? Please say I am! NO I must not worry, must commit this to God.
Ah, what a way to end my hols!
Today I went to work at the Retirement Village again. After serving dinner to the residents (that's my fave part! Hee), I was washing the dishes while my colleague cleaned the coffee machine and put the table clothes to wash.
We've a wastemaster in the kitchen where you can throw soft food into and I threw the minced meat into the wastemaster.
Way to go, Abby.
So after cleaning the trays, cutlery, plates, bowls etc and putting it into the dishwasher, I turned on the switch that activates the wastemaster. Normally, the food thrown into it would go down the wastemaster and it grinds it.
But noo, this time it didn't happen because "someone" threw the mince down the wastemaster.
The wastemaster was now half-full with orangey water (must have been the custard; the water is supposed to go down, not stay there), and bubbly lumpy.. alright, let's not go there, I shall spare you the gory details. Immediately, I checked the list of things you weren't supposed to put i the wastemaster and sure enough, meat was in it.
Sigh.. my colleague came and she tried to turn it on too but the water sputtered out of the dishwasher this time. It was a good thing we held a pail over it so it didn't really go all over the place.
At this point, we stood there - looking at each other, wondering what to do. My colleague thought we should try forcing the meat DOWN, so I thought.. "Stick! We need a stick!". She then suggested the end of the squiggy stick (a squiggy is something like a mop but it's made out of rubber). So I turned it upside down and tried poking the wastemaster. It felt so silly I just burst out laughing uncontrollably, but yeah - when that failed, I could find no reason to laugh anymore.
I was really desperate for God to make that minced meat in the wastemaster to disappear and I prayed for wisdom.
After that, I took off my short gloves and put on long ones, took a deep breath and started scooping the water and bits of food out. Yeah I know. Ugh. I thought maybe if we could at least see the bottom of the wastemaster, we could figure out how to unclog it.. finally got all the water out but the base of it looked alright. We figured that the wastemaster must have been clogged underneath the base.
It was already 830pm (stayed an extra hour trying to rectify this mess) but we finally decided there was nothing we could do about it. I called the kitchen hand on duty tomorrow to tell her not to use the wastemaster but was unable to contact my head chef. Tomorrow, with you, dear reader as my witness, I solemnly promise that when my head chef calls I will take full responsibility for my actions and confess the whole truth.
Am I making too big a deal out of this? Please say I am! NO I must not worry, must commit this to God.
Ah, what a way to end my hols!
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