Which is to say, I finally have a full-time job. And it even offers full benefits. Yay! Two days a week washing dishes and three a week throwing freight for a happy, cheery $7.50/hour. $0.50 less than I was making for McD's, but I don't have to put up with nearly as much bullshit and I get paid sick days and holidays. W00T!

Now all I need is an early warning system for days like today, when they pull twenty or thirty pans of rotted sludge out of gods know where and tell me to make them clean again. Eight hours later I'm still working on pan number three in between bouts of working on newer dishes...that're covered in simpler things, like marinara, and pasta......and the four pans that had Lasagna burnt to them...>.>...I'm not entirely certain how they pulled that one off.

Anyway, enough complaints, I'm gonna go read or something 'til I pass out, 'cause I'm at six hours of sleep for the last forty-eight hours as well as an eight hour shift and a nine hour shift. But anyway, W00T! I've finally got a full-time job within driving distance of home...and it only took five years.