Where I work now (at the University cafeteria) we all get paid by the hour ($6.50, so it’s not all bad). We also sign up for each meal: breakfast, lunch, whatever we feel like working, and a “job” during each, such as salad bar, server, dish room, etc.. When we finish each job, we basically are done work and have to clock out.So, basically, everyone does there job one way:
a s   s l o w l y   a s   p o s s i b l e.

Who the hell thought hourly wages were a good idea? Didn’t the fools learn that increasing efficiency is the goal of a business if they want to maximize net profit?

I finally saw the new Shaft too. Very muddafuckin’ cool. Except what’s with Shaft not getting his groove on with any women? This is Shaft! I could dig it a lot more if he stopped swearin’ for a second and screwed someone.

Wow. Bras, Fighting and French Toast would be an awesome name for a movie. Do you know anyone that wouldn’t see a movie named that?Bras: On Saturday afternoon, I played tennis with an unbelievably hot girl I’m really into. She wore a sports bra. And tight shorts. Very tight. That made my weekend already, but it got even better. I went to a dance at a Mormon church (Answer 1: No, I’m not Mormon. Answer 2: It’s not as scary as you would think) with my friends that evening, and met a couple of fly chicks from one of the other schools in town (a lot of them are friends of my ‘migo’s girlfriend).

Fighting: So anyway, like 20 of us went to Shari’s (it’s like Friendly’s in the Northeast, although not as good) around midnight to grab a drink and some food. As you can expect with 20 people, we were a little loud, although not really obnoxiously so. Suffice to say, there was this lady 2 tables down who stood up and yelled “You kids need to learn respect and shut up!”. What a bitch! We ignored her.

So later on, the lady and her family were leaving. They were hardcore hicks. The dad had a big cowboy hat, the daughter and mother had gigantic silver belts. The mother gave us a lecture on “manners” as she exited, and a couple people in my group were like “Why makes you think you can tell us how to behave”. As I’m watching this confrontation, I turn and see that the son hick has jumped across 3 people on a table and had my friend around the neck! A couple of my other ‘migos pulled him off, and we basically stared the kid down in the parking lot. 2 of the girls got drenched in soda that the dumbass spilled.

Why’d he attack my friend? My ‘migo was talking to his girlfriend about her moving to Texas (she really is in 12 days, I feel sorry for her) and the guy must’ve taken the word Texas as an insult. Retard.

French Toast My job right now is working at a cafeteria at the University to serve all the sports camp kids. I got to serve French Toast to soccer chicks, track chicks and volleyball chicks, and I was paid for it. Fully.

Vicente Fox from the PAN (Partido Accion Nacional, I think) was elected President of Mexico yesterday, the first time a non-PRI (Partido Revolucion Institutional) candidate has won in Mexican History. The campanas in Mexico are insane. I was there a couple of weeks ago, and even in small, unimportant towns, every single street and every single store is covered in campaign posters (”La propoganda” to the Mexicans).I don’t think I could deal with 20 pictures of George Bush over every intersection.