Ok, so I work in the kitchen of a country club. That place has almost no management and I have so many stories from that place to write a book. But, the past few days have been mind-blowing to say the least. Sunday night a few of us decided to have a bonfire after work on club property and get really drunk. What happened was I told my closest friend and co-worker that I am a furry and dress as a raccoon in public. His response was "LOL Fur Fag!", but he was very chill about it and shared some of his personal thoughts with me so I didn't feel so... um ... weird! The next day at work was kind of hard to face him, but he was ok with it and nothing seemed to change between us. Last night, a co-worked had his hand crushed by the door to the dish machine and I had to drive him to the emergency room and stay with him almost all night while his hand was surgically put back together. Besides lots of blood loss, 14 stitches, and broken knuckles, he was ok. Tonight, I grilled for a bunch of golfers early in the morning and plated all the food for diner. After about 12 hours of work, I decided to stay and help close for the night because whats another two hours or so. The last thing done at night is to load up the pick-up truck with garbage and drive it down the road to the dumpsters. Well, tonight the truck decided to burst into flames instead of be driven, and I mean molten iron dripping in the parking lot and exploding fire balls with shrapnel flying everywhere kind of flames. Now I have to explain to my boss why the fire department had to be called to extinguish the $14K work truck.

That fucking place! Mind you, this all happened in just the past few days, if I had to tell every story that happened in the past five years, it would take five years to explain...