rich jewish people
i washed dishes today for rich jewish people
they were so fucking rich
and so fucking jewish
you don't even want to know about it
i might be getting a part time job washing dishes for a rich jewish family on the saboth. i'm pretty excited about it because it pays pretty well and it's pretty easy. there is a lot of stress in keeping the kitchen kosher but i'm sure after i learn the tricks, it won't be too hard.
"don't let the meat touch the dairy!" mrs. almo told me.
that meand we have different silverware and dishes for meat and dairy. there is also serperate silverware and dishes for neuteral things like bread. everything is kept in it's own refridgerator and rinsed in it's own sink and washed with it's own cleaning supplies.
seriously.
durring dinner, i listened to the men talk business. they were talking about opening another starbucks. the women casualy changed the subject o coffee and all the different ways you can serve it. it's as if opening a new starbucks is nothing new to them.
mrs. almo came in regularly to check on me. she watched me like a hawk.
"i don't know why this stove is on," she said. "but i can't turn it off."
so i turned it off for her.
she brought the food from the table in for me and said "i don't even cut plastic wrap on the saboth."
they couldn't even sign my time card because it was the saboth.
it got a little rediculous at times. like when their 12 year old daughter was telling me how to fluff the pillows. like when i moved a little table statue so i could clean the coffee table, the girl almost panniced. everything went in it's right place. almost like a religious sanctum to a scientificly ordained god.
right.
i got the job thru hallmark services. but i'm thinking if we cut hallmark out of the picture, we might be able to save the jews some money and make me a little more money. and we all know, those jewish people will love that idea!
for dinner last night, whitney and i made some spagetti. we invited tiffany over and we watched punch drunk love. i fucking love that movie.
they were so fucking rich
and so fucking jewish
you don't even want to know about it
i might be getting a part time job washing dishes for a rich jewish family on the saboth. i'm pretty excited about it because it pays pretty well and it's pretty easy. there is a lot of stress in keeping the kitchen kosher but i'm sure after i learn the tricks, it won't be too hard.
"don't let the meat touch the dairy!" mrs. almo told me.
that meand we have different silverware and dishes for meat and dairy. there is also serperate silverware and dishes for neuteral things like bread. everything is kept in it's own refridgerator and rinsed in it's own sink and washed with it's own cleaning supplies.
seriously.
durring dinner, i listened to the men talk business. they were talking about opening another starbucks. the women casualy changed the subject o coffee and all the different ways you can serve it. it's as if opening a new starbucks is nothing new to them.
mrs. almo came in regularly to check on me. she watched me like a hawk.
"i don't know why this stove is on," she said. "but i can't turn it off."
so i turned it off for her.
she brought the food from the table in for me and said "i don't even cut plastic wrap on the saboth."
they couldn't even sign my time card because it was the saboth.
it got a little rediculous at times. like when their 12 year old daughter was telling me how to fluff the pillows. like when i moved a little table statue so i could clean the coffee table, the girl almost panniced. everything went in it's right place. almost like a religious sanctum to a scientificly ordained god.
right.
i got the job thru hallmark services. but i'm thinking if we cut hallmark out of the picture, we might be able to save the jews some money and make me a little more money. and we all know, those jewish people will love that idea!
for dinner last night, whitney and i made some spagetti. we invited tiffany over and we watched punch drunk love. i fucking love that movie.