R39 - Give me some of that yum like a lollipop

[with_my_teacup]

[A public service announcement]

Hi, kids. It's Richard B. Riddick; you may recognize me as that guy from the kitchen at breakfast.

Friendly reminder that there's nearly a hundred of us, and the functional kitchen staff currently stands at seven plus one on inventory. David Cain was a kitchen worker, Lua Klein was the dinner manager, and our only inmate left on lunch duty is currently about this big. [He holds his hands apart to indicate the Creed-terrier.] And one of the seven? Probation for a week because kitchen tools are not a weapon unless the alternative is death.

We need more hands. We always need more hands, we really need more hands. We always do. One warden, at least one more inmate.

Which brings me to another thing.

Due to the unstable tendencies of the barge and the real stable tendency of most of us to have to eat, I'm requesting anyone with cooking prep experience think about putting themselves on call in case of flood, death toll, or dog. A few more short term hands means a few less posts like this.

Thanks.

Comments

[deadly_ned]

Only you sounded upset.

[warisart]

I am not upset with you, Ned.

[deadly_ned]

I don't want you to be upset at all.

[warisart]

That is an unrealistic expectation.

[deadly_ned]

I'm sort of made up of unrealistic expectations.

[warisart]

Then I apologize for your inevitable disappointment.

[deadly_ned]

Thank you.