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Last night at work I had my first shift of training on 'Straw'
That's what White Spot calls Deep-frying. Basically, I make french fries, chicken strips, dry ribs, calamari, and whatever else needs to be scorched in fat before it becomes edible.
It's okay. I hope this means I get another raise. Raises are good. The only bad part is when the oil flies through the air and lands on my arms/face. Hurts like a son-of-a-whore.
The dinner with Burgundie was fun. Her and her friends showed up half an hour late, because they got confused about the buses, but I didn't mind too much. When we were all finally there, we ordered beers (:P they didn't even I.D. me) and I ate some kind of chicken sandwich.
Then after dinner, we were walking back to the bus, and Stiffler had the nerve to tell me I look like a "fag-boy" when I walk. I told *her* to fuck right off. I was walking completely normally!
Some people's children...!
Other than that, the evening went off without a hitch. We all said our good byes, and went our seperate ways.
lalala.. it's a nice day today. I wish I could go to the beach or something. Oh well.
That's what White Spot calls Deep-frying. Basically, I make french fries, chicken strips, dry ribs, calamari, and whatever else needs to be scorched in fat before it becomes edible.
It's okay. I hope this means I get another raise. Raises are good. The only bad part is when the oil flies through the air and lands on my arms/face. Hurts like a son-of-a-whore.
The dinner with Burgundie was fun. Her and her friends showed up half an hour late, because they got confused about the buses, but I didn't mind too much. When we were all finally there, we ordered beers (:P they didn't even I.D. me) and I ate some kind of chicken sandwich.
Then after dinner, we were walking back to the bus, and Stiffler had the nerve to tell me I look like a "fag-boy" when I walk. I told *her* to fuck right off. I was walking completely normally!
Some people's children...!
Other than that, the evening went off without a hitch. We all said our good byes, and went our seperate ways.
lalala.. it's a nice day today. I wish I could go to the beach or something. Oh well.