Salmonella, e. coli and staph, oh my!

Today was day one of my sentence in paper-hat purgatory, a.k.a McDonald's. I didn't do any actual work, I just sat in the back room farting around on some training program for DAMN NEAR FOUR HOURS. And apparently the manager never told the assistant managers working today that I would be coming in; so they were all surprised and didn't have the training crap set up. That program is a disgrace to Flash animation and computers in general. The drawing style is truly disturbing. Honestly, if they'd just show me how to use the POS, how drive thru works, and anything else, I could be fully trained by the program's standards in an hour or two as opposed to five-plus (I'll finish my training on Thursday if I hurry). Christ. It's all the same horsehockey (yes that's my new word, take it and I'll kill you) we did at orientation last night (a waste of three hours). And then some chicks came in on their break and turned up the TV so loud I couldn't hear the training stuff anyway. And to top it all off... I took this job mainly because it's not by my school so odds are low I'll have to deal with people I see on a daily basis as it is. So guess who was in the lobby as I walked out to my car? Rick and some other Denny's people. Not that I have anything against Rick, he's a cool guy and his girlfriend's name is the same as mine, but I'd like to keep the number of people who know where I work to a minimum. I don't think he recognized me though, and it's 4/20 so they were probably stoned anyway. It still ticked me off.

I'm going to get a t-shirt that says "The Pope wants your soul!" I forgot to blog this yesterday... in the cafeteria before school yesterday, a bunch of fundies were praying at one of the tables. Loudly, too... not like a televangelist, but loud enough to be heard from several tables away. It was all I could do not to say "Satan loves you!" as I walked past, or attack Rimi screaming "CATHOLICS TRIED TO STEAL MY SOUL!!!11!!" And you know, the school has no problem with this, but if a bunch of Wiccans wanted to do the same thing it'd be shot down before you could spit.