Today I got up and went to work. Before I left, I watched some news and ate some tasty svogliatelle. When I got to the Colorado Steakhouse, breakfast had started and I found a lovely pile of dishes and pans awaiting my attention. I washed dishes and cleaned until 2. I happen to like my job. There is no one to tell me what to do, and no longer anyone to tell me how to do it.. I can take as many breaks as I want for as long as I want, and I get free food. I can talk to people all day if I wish, or conversely hide behind my washer. I also have responsibilities such as cleaning up and making sure the kitchen does not burn down, and I am paid fairly well for what I do.
Today something interesting happened. A man walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. He sat for a while and then began talking with the bartender. He told her that his profession was a 9/11 truth investigator. After a few indifferent and polite remarks in response to something about demolitions, he asked why she was so ignorant, and told her that she really needed to get informed. He then ordered another drink, to which our bartender responded that he had obviously had quite enough, and asked him to either shut up or leave. At least that is what I could discern, as she was laughing quite hysterically as she relayed her account.
This week I have plans. I do not have to work until Sunday evening, as I took Friday off for my brother's graduation. I have some people to see that have been conspicuous by their absence from my day to day affairs; an interview to go to, a mandolin to purchase and a face wound that is healing well.
Thank you, and good evening...
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