Panda Declares Danger

This will be short since I only got around four hours of sleep last night (more like this morning), and I need to wake up at 8am tomorrow to go shopping (for shopping, I’d declare myself an insomniac). I decided to slack off on the studying since I was working at the restaurant today and the lady who helps out doesn’t come in on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. So I looked over half of my amino acid notecards and took it easy.

BUT THEN…

Some jerk called and complained that the shrimp fried rice he ordered LAST NIGHT was the worst shrimp fried rice he had ever had in his life. When I offered to give him a new order for free, he said that he wouldn’t take it even if we were the LAST restaurant in the WORLD. 

I asked him if the shrimp was undercooked. It wasn’t.

Apparently he was expecting more vegetables and flavor (aka MSG, sodium, all that stuff that usually KILLS people). 

FIRST OF ALL, BUDDY – may I call you buddy? Or would you rather have me shove this egg roll up your…sorry, have to keep this “nice, clean fun”. But anyway, BUDDY – the shrimp fried rice has bean sprouts, onions, scallions and shrimp in it. Oh, and rice. It’s SHRIMP fried RICE. And just because other restaurants put frozen peas and carrots and some egg in their fried rice, doesn’t mean that our fried rice is terrible. We season the rice and precook it before it even hits the wok and the shrimp is added. What’s the whole deal with having the tastiest fried rice, anyway? Could it be worse than WHITE RICE? Because white rice tastes like NOTHING. And you ordered RICE. So I’m thinking it would taste like a variation of some sort. 

SECONDLY, BUDDO – If this rice was so terrible, as you say, and if you were a first and last customer, as you say, and if you don’t want a free fried rice, then WHY CALL!? Any sane person that visits a restaurant for the first time and doesn’t like the food would just keep his or her mouth shut and just not go back. Why did you feel the need to call in and let us know the fried rice was bad? It had nothing to do with the actual food. No one got sick. YOU just THINK it is BLAND.

THIRDLY, YOU BIG COWARD – Why don’t you man up and NOT put your number on private? The only thing I regret is not recording the phone conversation, because I was so gracious even when you insulted my family’s restaurant. It’s not that you don’t like the cook, you obviously have a problem with the entire way we prepare food (well, rice at least). And who are you to judge us by ONE meal? Sorry for taking your $3.85+tax and giving you rice that tastes like RICE. And after twenty years of being open, I MIGHT ASSUME that the way we make our rice would be suitable for the general population. I’ve been working in restaurants since I was in the womb. This is our family restaurant, and it may not be much, but don’t you dare come around insulting the food when IT WAS PERFECTLY FINE. 

I HATE YOU. And the worst part is, I have no idea who you are. So I’m just going to slander this around on the Internet in hopes that it might get back to you (you know who you are). And if we ever do meet, I will just warn you once now:

OKERRRR. My panda powers will completely overtake your puny mind. So don’t mess with me! 

Whew. I needed to get that out.

And not only that stupid creep, but a bunch of other emails popped up when I got home and reminded me that I have to do a POOP TON of work in the next few days, and I STILL DON’T have my schedule yet. I am still waiting to see if I was accepted into a program, which would entail traveling to a conference in early August. If I’m accepted, I go. If not, I am going to Hotlanta NOW. BUT I NEED TO KNOW. LIKE NOW. So I’m freaking out about my agenda, I’m freaking out about the impossible BLOCK 0 homework that I JUST started for the med school class, I’m freaking out because the school still needs my transcript and PROOF OF CITIZENSHIP (I already sent it, GET ORGANIZED, school!), I’m freaking out because I have to close my grandma’s bank and telephone accounts but she is not in the country and I ALWAYS HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING even though no one will talk to me because I’m not authorized on their account (I HATE YOU QWEST, she has dementia for goodness sake), and I’m still hating on the anonymous hater of my beloved shrimp fried rice.

SO I WENT RUNNING.

It was pitiful.

I ran around the block once and almost went into cardiac arrest (JOKE, don’t worry it was only heart palpitations…JOKE), so that shows how much I’ve been working out lately (I HAVEN’T). But anyway, it felt so good to get that energy out. Otherwise you know I would have just cried and ate chocolates. Both of which aren’t really conducive to getting any further on the dreaded BLOCK 0. 

But after my run, I felt better. I’m glad there’s going to be a gym downstairs in my apartment complex. If things keep up this way, I’ll be ready to run a marathon by the end of the semester.