In The Hot House

So I kinda dumped Safeway and now I'm working at this place called Jessie's Hot House. It's in the SF State Uni, and I AM LOVING IT. So far.

We sell southern soul food, so lotsa stuff are cajun style fried. Like fried chicken. And fried potato (otherwise known as french fries). And fried corn bread. And fried fish. And fried whateverness. AND MAC AND CHEESE. Mmm mm mmm. *layer of blubber magically appears on top of belly*

I'm assigned cashiering duties, so besides working the cash register, I'm cleaning the cafe up. Which is kinda what I like doing, given my current obsession with cleaning.

Today Candace the Cashier commented that I am the first worker that hates breaks. But like. I really do hate taking one-hour breaks. It's like. I eat for 20 mins, then what am I supposed to do for the next 40? Obviously I cannot take a nap right. The sink or the fryer is not a good place to rest.

I love my bosses (husband/wife combo). They are super nice African-Americans, and they even compliment me on my work performance *starry eyed* Robert the Manager told me today that he doesn't believe that I can go wild. Well. I almost wanted to slap a DUH sign on his face because OBVIOUSLY who wants to go crazy in front of their boss? Siao ah. But I guess that's a hint that I'm being too quiet for my own good again.

Also, the line cooks are not insane twins from Mexico or a tall mustachioed man who looks like he should be in a porno or a PMSey woman who unfortunately shares the same name as my landlady. One's from El Salvador, the other... I have yet to find out. But they're really nice guys. Cesar and Ruben. Funny thing is they look alike, but they're not related to each other.

And an added perk would be that my workplace is walking distance from where Sze Ming lives. So that's why today I walked over to his place so he could bring Frank and me on a tour to Lombard Street and Chinatown.

So yeah. Things are looking up. Praise the Lord.