Update:
I just went downstairs and got a wrap, Tomato variety, Nancy crafted.
She got the wrap ready, then looked up at me and goes, "what sauce?" I said "honey mustard", then she goes "honey mustard??", and I just couldn't hold it in. I burst out laughing, then quickly tried to hold it back while saying "yes". Thinking of the things I said in this thread, it just killed me. She was on que as usual with her "honey mustard??"" comment. I died. Oh God.
In her defense, ironically, today was the first day that Nancy showed some improvement.
She started putting the lettuce on without having to be prompted.
And, while she was putting on the chicken, and wrapping the bastard up, I was admiring this beautiful girl about ten feet away. I kinda was in a daze, when I realized that she had just asked me if I "want this cut?" I said "no", and she replied, "I didn't think you did, but I figured I better ask". Atta girl Nancy. Baby steps, you'll get 'er.
[rant]Another thing, Nancy is the only person that actually weighs the chicken on the mini-scale before putting in on the wrap. They are supposed to put a certain portion on the wrap, but Nancy is the only one who is afraid of getting fired enough to the point that she actually weighs the chicken. It kinda pisses me off...[/rant]
-Ugly Bastard
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