I was pretty productive today.
I had a split shift a work, which sucked, but I got some stuff done during the break. I was tired as shit in the morning (and for the rest of the day tbh), but I didn’t fuck up too badly in anything. I mean like, I accidentally filled another insert with carrot sticks, but really. Whoever works night fry (for the next couple days) was probably thrilled. You’re welcome.
I socialized some, and did my job. What else am I supposed to do there? I made food for lunch, and one guy fucked around and threw in hella chili flakes. He’s brown, so he puts a shit ton in everything he eats. I took a lot of them out, but it was still pretty spicy. Not terrible, though. I ate while on my break. I did some research for England, and found my grades on the Langara website. I’m pretty happy with how I did.
I started work again at 5, and worked pans. A lot more fun than fry, I’ll give it that. Today was pretty slow, and I did salads, too. I think that’s my first time doing both, and I’m proud enough of that, I guess. By the end of the day, I was pooped. Figuratively (thankfully).
I went home, talked to my parents a bit, told them about my grades (wooo!), and made some plans for England. My sister taught my mom some revolutionary knitting technique? They seemed pretty excited, so that’s cool.
I’m just chilling here now. Gonna make a sandwich, then play a game of league. Peace.