What is this, but an update on my own personal work status?
I’m currently still
working as a dishwasher, and getting a tad nervous towards the big event for Thanksgiving
Day. (400 people?!) Anyh0w, I just wanted
you to know that I still love it, but there are a few moments that come to mind
as I think back over my six months I’ve been there so far.
Get asked to help peel potatoes, only to peel off thumb skin
on third slice. (Not much, thankfully)
There’s a staff meeting to try new menu items, but due to my
distain of anything that isn’t chicken strips or burgers, that’s the only thing
I can tolerate with my bland taste buds, am forced to watch everyone slobber
down and go “mmmm” then clean after them. (Since I’m the dishwasher and all,
duh)
Everyone knows my name, even the guys who only come in to
change the rugs once a week, yet I only remember my boss and the main chief’s
name. (I’m sorry, but I’ve made too many attempts to remember numerous acquaintances,
and thus I’ve just given up on even learning. It takes a good eight months to implant
your name into my brain, unless I see it constantly in Facebook/twitter handles.)
An old man in speedos walked in the kitchen, and declared
the bathroom doors were locked. As I began to turn, to search for some assistant,
I witness a yellow trail go down his right leg. (What I should have done was to
continue my turn and search; instead I abruptly stopped and stared at the
puddle forming around him.)
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