the joys of orange juice concentrate and plastic spoons

greeting from the land of horrid employment. in case you haven't heard i'm now working at the cafeteria of sacred heart hospital. last week, well i was training on register and it sucked something awful, because central catholic kids never shut up, and i always ended up smelling like salad dressing. but this week i'm at position #4. that's top secret code for getting to pour juice into little cups and put plastic lids on them. its divine. i also get to stock those tiny cartons of milk i never liked in elementary school, and putting trays (with placemat, silver ware and a straw) on trucks for the next morning. so its a little borning and kind of tedious, but i like it a lot better than the register, because i don't have to see that woman that lives with me, or smell like salad dressing. alas friday morning my boss asked me to come in a work on register for 2 hours, but i think i can handle it, there's no salad for breakfast. otherwise the people i work with are a little weird, but nice, as far as i can tell, no habla espanol...as it were, but i might made luis teach me. lol. so if you need to know anything about juice in little cups, or plastic flatware for old people, i'm the one to ask. lol. have a wonderful day!

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