Tonight is a rather slow night at this place I'm working at. I'm hardly cooking any food, so I've spent the night coming up with a game. So I've been taking a ball of rubber bands I built, and am throwing through the 'O' of our sign. It bounces off the wall, comes back to me. This means I advance to another letter, or hole in the diner, something far more difficult. And once I fuck up, I have to move back to the beginning.
This has been a routine while I snack on my fries I made myself. Chili and cheese fries, with jalapenos cut up in them.
This is the life of an aspiring chef, a late night diner cooking fattening, disgusting food while playing a boring version of basketball. The waitress is just texting away and the dish guy is making out with his girlfriend in the back, so... you know, I'm bored.