Well, at least my feet aren't in horrible, screaming pain anymore.
So, here I am again, procrastinating before an assignment. Only this time, it's two assignments. Both for the same class, and both essays. Oiii.
Not at all procrastinatingly, my first coupla days behind the counter at Tim Horney's weren't nearly as stressful as some people would have me believe, and the horrible, screaming pain in my feet was almost expected, as that even happened after a few hours on my feet at Cabaret and such (then again, those were usually with fancier, less comfortable shoes, but I digress). I learned how to make mochas (half coffee, half hot chocolate, squirt some whipped cream on top and sprinkle with chocolate sprinkles the customer probably won't be able to detect unless they take the lid off of it), and iced cappucinos (squirt some cream, squirt some unintelligible brown stew which is in turn made by frozen unintelligible brown soup and water, then mix it all up together). I sliced bagels with the best of them (although once I accidentally toasted a bagel when the customer didn't want it). I dipped tea bags and scalded myself on all matter of hot liquids. I massaged my feet for hours afterwards, then proceeded downtown to make my feet protest all the more.
Anyways, back to essays. Or possible, to deviantArt. Whichever comes up on my browser first.
Not at all procrastinatingly, my first coupla days behind the counter at Tim Horney's weren't nearly as stressful as some people would have me believe, and the horrible, screaming pain in my feet was almost expected, as that even happened after a few hours on my feet at Cabaret and such (then again, those were usually with fancier, less comfortable shoes, but I digress). I learned how to make mochas (half coffee, half hot chocolate, squirt some whipped cream on top and sprinkle with chocolate sprinkles the customer probably won't be able to detect unless they take the lid off of it), and iced cappucinos (squirt some cream, squirt some unintelligible brown stew which is in turn made by frozen unintelligible brown soup and water, then mix it all up together). I sliced bagels with the best of them (although once I accidentally toasted a bagel when the customer didn't want it). I dipped tea bags and scalded myself on all matter of hot liquids. I massaged my feet for hours afterwards, then proceeded downtown to make my feet protest all the more.
Anyways, back to essays. Or possible, to deviantArt. Whichever comes up on my browser first.