Hola. Has are you? I'm in a polite mood today. Maybe its because my grandmother is coming later today...

Between paramore songs, mushrrom smelling silverware, rolling bread carts, magnetic spatullas, disturbing nicknames, lack of shelf space, ice stacked wrong, and complicated twisty-ties my five-hour work day was really really really long. It was sad. I think there are child labor laws against these things. I've been demoted. (because one cook quit and another sprained his ankle, so the dish guy is training to be a cook and the other dish guy is in poland therefore leaving me, the girl who buses tables to be demoted to disgirl. )I was stuck doing dishes for the restaurant...(in case no one here knows, doing dishes for any restaurant is extremely disgusting and will turn you off to food for a long time.) It was kind of amusing, though. I had to maneuever through the creepily small kitchen area between three amused cooks and one old lady that everyone calls grandma. I also learned that I do dishes quite differently than the usual non-english speaking burly thirteen year old guy. I came out with me hair all disheveled, spelling like a mixture of mushrooms and eggs benedict (never will i eat that after washing those plates), and ketchup all over my white shirt that was already stained from last time.

Quick note: the radio station the cooks were listening to played three paramore songs all of which the four of us sang along to.

have a nice non-mushroom-like day.