While on crew, no doubt all of you have pulled a prank or two on your crew mates or even the staff member who was supervising. We hear of many of these stories from the kitchen crew – and I am sure there are many others.
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Ahh pranks. That’s one of the best things about SJSA.
The stand-by prank in the kitchen was always the ol “meathook in the latch of the walk-in cooler” gag.
Sometimes used on the walk-in freezer too.
I remember once we were carrying cases of honey from the honey house up to the dining room for later labelling. Not a fun job, but few of them were….
Anyway, as with most things, it became a competition.
Who could carry the most cases.
3, 4, then a startling 5 cases!
On one return trip to the HH, I saw someone carrying SIX CASES! His face blocked by boxes, but feet obviously struggling to keep him going….he wavered this way then that…
“OH SHIT”! He shouted as 6 cases were toppling over my way!!! Reacting to catch rather than be squished, four of the boxes flew this way and that as my hands tried to grab….empty boxes.
One year the maintenance crew I led was charged with replacing wood shakes on the 4 staff houses.
We got pretty good at it. So much so that on house three I started scheming house 4 (counted from right to left – sorry McKay’s, your home was the guinea pig house that may not have been perfect).
House four would be my Sistine Chapel. I had my crew carefully sort the shakes before the job started. They may have thought me as becoming better organized, but they would be proven wrong.
We started. Row after row I carefully watched and hand-picked which shakes went where. The crew almost revolted several times as I had them remove and re-do several rows. I wanted it to be perfect.
And it was. Beautiful new wood shakes of differing shades adorned the house. wait a minute, was that a pattern in there somewhere? heh heh
The entire roof of the home made it perfectly clear – from peak to trough, letters spelled out that it was PJ who lived here.
That was one that I never caught any grief over….and I still don’t know why.