it's my last day working at the moa!! don't get me wrong, i'm grateful to have had the job but PLEASE let me vent about why i'm so excited to finally be done.
reason #1: there's drama! new boss, new student supervisor who really knows her stuff but has other peeps jealous and angry that she came in and took over.
reason #2: we don't get to make our salads anymore! sadness. the main kitchen makes them and brings them up to us, and so i have nothing fun to do anymore except help people get their sandwiches, soups, and salads. boring!!
reason #3: i won't have to EVER have this conversation AGAIN!! "what kinds of soups do you have today?" "well, we have a chilled raspberry soup and our hot soup today is bacon potato." "chilled raspberry??!?! what is THAT?" "it's a yogurt based soup, and it's kind of more like a dessert that a soup. try it! it's one of our most popular dishes." blllaaaaaaaaah.
reason #4: i won't have to sweep, mop, scrub, squeegie the floors anymore! any my pants won't get that nice rim of bleach on the bottoms. rad.
reason #5: i don't have to wear the shoes with holes in the bottom where my feet get flooded with nasty cleaning water every. single. day.
reason #6: no more gloves
there are some reasons why i'm a little sad to be leaving...
reason #1: i don't get to sing on the top of my lungs to the radio in the back anymore.
reason #2: i don't get to do my dump and run method anymore. (dump the water down the drain and RUN away as fast as i can so that i don't get splashed)
reason #3: the little old couple that comes in almost every single day will be dearly missed. they are pretty much the cutest people i've ever met. and then bicker about what they're going to order even though it's always the same things: he has the hot soup with the ham baguette, and she has the hot soup with a side salad. they always take the large tray so that he holds all their food while carrying his cain and she walks over with him to pay. they sit there and eat together, not saying a word, and then when they pass us to leave, they always tell us what good cooks we are. they are happiness.
reason #4: i won't get to make those italian sodas anymore. the best part was putting the whipped cream on so it stood like 4 inches above the rim of the cup...with a cherry on top. yum.
reason #5: i don't get to sneeze REALLY loudly so that it echoes throughout the whole museum anymore.
reason #6: no more spying on people on dates. pretty much the best passtime you could ask for.
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