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.
So how are all of you doing?