I have salad dressing in my hair, bacon grease on my shoes, pancake batter under my arm(don't ask), my feet hurt, I am beat, the cats are sniffing me mercilessly, but I am pretty stoked. If you haven't guessed I just got back from my diner job. It was a rush. Tickets being yelled, running up and down stairs, mixing and making things, chopping. The
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