The kitchen was at a constant 105 Fahrenheit today. It was also the first day I was told to go outside to cool down EVERY hour instead of two hours by my sous-chef, for health reasons. I like it when my higher-ups can't stand the heat so much they tell the peons not too.
Tom Dalton wrote:"I want to be as big as I can if it's going to stop a bullet."
snipelfritz wrote:There's probably a bunch of mouse poop behind the shelf...
I've found multiple dead mice at work. meh
Sounds like you work in a classy place...
WayToHip wrote:The kitchen was at a constant 105 Fahrenheit today. It was also the first day I was told to go outside to cool down EVERY hour instead of two hours by my sous-chef, for health reasons. I like it when my higher-ups can't stand the heat so much they tell the peons not too.
How's the humidity in Alberta? That's great - a good sous takes care of his line! There's too many dicks in that profession...
I really don't miss working in a restaurant. Fucking AC died as soon as summer hit, every time... It made it much harder to not get angry while I was babysitting my coworkers.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Louy7zH9guw
sonidero wrote:Roll a plus 13 for fire and with my immunity to wack I dodge the cough and pass a turn to chill and look at these rocks...
kbithecrowing wrote:Making out with my girl friday night, I couldn't stop thinking about flangers.
Word, glue traps are the only way to catch a mouse, except for that they don't die right away, they're just trapped there struggling to get away. It's sad, but whatever.
Also, every now and again I think to myself "Bleached Anus," I don't really know why or where I heard it, but whatever-now that school is out, my brain can
it was a fashion a couple of years back among the LA-gentsia, ladies having their bunghole area bleached so they'd be all pink and stuff. because people with FAR too much time on their, erm, hands really care about that when they're going to anally violate you, apparently.
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni
FIFTY YEARS OF SCARING THE CHILDREN 1970-2020--and i'm not done yet
sometimes phrases just line up with melodies, and then they'll NEVER GO AWAY. like right now, when my brain set "anal bleaching, anal bleaching" to the beginning of the verse of "Silver Bells." or when i noticed that you could sing the chorus of "Adeste Fideles" as "venite Tori Amos." or, most amusingly, when a friend sang "anal vice, anal vice" to the tune of the evergreen (no, i couldn't resist it) "Edelweiss," which later resulted in my having to suppress gales of inappropriate laughter when it was played as part of the intro music for my father's funeral.
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni
FIFTY YEARS OF SCARING THE CHILDREN 1970-2020--and i'm not done yet
OMG was rocking out to Free Radicals by The Flaming Lips driving in my car with a cigarette when, at the part where the drums kick in, part of the cherry fell off the cig and into my right eye.
BOOM-SHAKALAKALAKA-BOOM-SHAKALAKUNGA
Behndy wrote:i don't like people with "talent" and "skills" that don't feel the need to cover their inadequacies under good time happy sounds.
dubkitty wrote:sometimes phrases just line up with melodies, and then they'll NEVER GO AWAY. like right now, when my brain set "anal bleaching, anal bleaching" to the beginning of the verse of "Silver Bells." or when i noticed that you could sing the chorus of "Adeste Fideles" as "venite Tori Amos." or, most amusingly, when a friend sang "anal vice, anal vice" to the tune of the evergreen (no, i couldn't resist it) "Edelweiss," which later resulted in my having to suppress gales of inappropriate laughter when it was played as part of the intro music for my father's funeral.
Yesterday I was riding my bike to town and this fat woman in front of me just took up the whole bike lane and rode super slowly. Somehow the words "manatee woman" to the melody of American Woman by the Doors appeared in my head and did not go away since. I also have that with Movies though. There is a german movie where a dude asks for the time and whenever I say "Wie spät ist es eigentlich?" I feel transported into that movie for a second and the Notwist start playing in my head.
Enjoying a particularly thick smoothie, can't help but wish I had some sort of heated surface I could leave the spoon on so it doesn't have to sit in the cold smoothie and make brainfreeze come on about 10x faster.
Well I do have ONE heated surface, but I don't think my laptop would deal well with smoothie drops.
BOOM-SHAKALAKALAKA-BOOM-SHAKALAKUNGA
Behndy wrote:i don't like people with "talent" and "skills" that don't feel the need to cover their inadequacies under good time happy sounds.
rfurtkamp wrote:Bastard stepchild of modern delay times/looping and a Lexicon Vortex would have me whipping out the credit card faster than a hooker at a coke convention.