akiva

Let's Get to Work, Bitches
The new busperson at the diner quit after one day on the job, which means I get no days off until the manager can lure a replacement into the deathtrap....er, diner. Yes. Diner.
I found out a bit more about the janitor. Turns out the dude is Arab and speaks fluent Arabic. I had no idea. Now we just talk in Arabic all day, which is pretty tought considering I haven't spoken it in a few months, but I'm picking it up pretty fast. It's like I've got five hours of immersion Arabic, and I get paid minimum wage to do it. Huzzah!
Sometimes the manager is a real asshole, like on Sunday, but other times he's almost enjoyable to be around. He'll ask me some stupid question, like how many girlfriends I have, or why I'm so weak and small, and we'll just joke around for a few minutes. We even trade recipes on occasion. I tell you, sometimes it's downright surreal when I talk to him on a normal level, instead of him just complaining all the time.
I had this bizarre feeling when I walked into the store that things weren't quite right. Some of the doors seemed too shiny, like they had been re-painted, which never happens. Even some of the door hinges seemed new. It was all very strange.