Monday
My whole body feels like it's coming apart. It doesn't help that I work a full shift, then go to the gym, then go out with my friends and not get enough sleep. Without enough rest my muscles don't heal like they should. So I get days like Monday, when I'm trying to scrub dirt out of floors that seem like they're made of dirt, or lift garbage bins that require all the strength and force of will a human being can muster. What especially sucked was that I had to wake up early to wash my clothes, but all I had in the fridge for breakfast was a banana and some soy milk. I can't stand to drink soy milk by itself. Something about it just doesn't seem right; doesn't taste like milk ought to taste.
The manager hired a cook last week who worked a couple of shifts, but hasn't shown up since. For about thirty minutes we had no cook in the kitchen because the graveyard shift cook had to leave for another job and the new asshat hadn't shown up, (he never did, by the way). So I got to learn diner cooking on the fly. It's not that hard, really. I think I might have potential if I don't quit first.
PIZZA! Yea, bitches, monday is a busy day. I went to work, then I came home and posted a long journal entry that nobody bothered to read, then I shaved my head, and then I got down to cooking up some pizza. Ain't nothing better than pizza on a monday to lift your spirits. Throw in a couple of beers, my buddy Nathan stopping by to drop off some CDs, and a good nights sleep, and it was damn near perfect. It would have been exactly perfect if Luxdivon had come over, but we can't get everything we want.
My whole body feels like it's coming apart. It doesn't help that I work a full shift, then go to the gym, then go out with my friends and not get enough sleep. Without enough rest my muscles don't heal like they should. So I get days like Monday, when I'm trying to scrub dirt out of floors that seem like they're made of dirt, or lift garbage bins that require all the strength and force of will a human being can muster. What especially sucked was that I had to wake up early to wash my clothes, but all I had in the fridge for breakfast was a banana and some soy milk. I can't stand to drink soy milk by itself. Something about it just doesn't seem right; doesn't taste like milk ought to taste.
The manager hired a cook last week who worked a couple of shifts, but hasn't shown up since. For about thirty minutes we had no cook in the kitchen because the graveyard shift cook had to leave for another job and the new asshat hadn't shown up, (he never did, by the way). So I got to learn diner cooking on the fly. It's not that hard, really. I think I might have potential if I don't quit first.
PIZZA! Yea, bitches, monday is a busy day. I went to work, then I came home and posted a long journal entry that nobody bothered to read, then I shaved my head, and then I got down to cooking up some pizza. Ain't nothing better than pizza on a monday to lift your spirits. Throw in a couple of beers, my buddy Nathan stopping by to drop off some CDs, and a good nights sleep, and it was damn near perfect. It would have been exactly perfect if Luxdivon had come over, but we can't get everything we want.