The prep list I left for tomorrow. They gon cry.
Y'all, this whole week not a damn person has bothered to fix the damn soup. They all knew it was broken, no one fixed it. Guess it was "pretend everything is good time".
And so since I saw it was broken when I no longer had time to fix it, I had to improvise by blending mashed potatoes into every freaking order of soup. I sold a lot of ****ing soup tonight.
This list is what happens when people make lists that consist of five items every freaking night. Because nobody understands about thinking ahead and getting ahead. So now everything's a mess and as usual I'm the evil one leaving mile-long lists.