greasing the wheels of a rather quiet restaurant

My feet really hurt. I have been standing on them literally all day. There is no place to sit down at all in Quizno's, and also my hands are very dry because you have to wash them all day long. Like a raccoon.
Otherwise, the job is not bad. My main duties are washing dishes and putting lettuce on sandwiches. Mindless, repetitive tasks that take a little rote memorization and absolutely nothing else. I passed the time by mentally writing "Fanfics in Fifteen Seconds", my version of "Movies in Fifteen Minutes," because there are some fanfics, good and bad both, that I actually have memorized. I might post these if people don't mind, because they are amusing to me. Also, the manager is nice, I get 50% off on the delicious sandwiches, and the sound system has a repeating tape loop of alterna-rock which has "Bohemian Like You" by the Dandy Warhols on it. Also I will be making $6.50 an hour. Minimum wage, but last year I made $65 a week from Grandma Debbie. This is quite a step up.
The manager did tell me that I was a "natural". This made me happy until I realized that an untrained monkey could be a "natural" at shoving lettuce onto bread. But I am a Sandwich Maker, and on some planets that is a very high and distinguished post.

Found a really cool book in the basement today. It's called "Fads and Fallacies in the Name of Science: The Curious Theories of Modern Pseudoscientists and the Strange, Amusing, and Alarming Cults That Surround Them. A Study in Human Gullibility," by Martin Gardner. The cover reads "Flying Saucers! Atlantis! Bridey Murphy! Eccentric Sexual Theories! Wilhelm Reich! L. Ron Hubbard! Dr. W.H. Bates! Psionics Machines!" I can tell I'm going to be very inspired by this.

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And ooh do I ever want to write a contrelamontre this week. I might try my hand at femslash just to be annoying.
My adorable, innocent little brother is, as usual, looking over my shoulder. He was somewhat impressed by the "Gay on the Range" gallery, and proceeded to tell me an amusing story about something called "Turkish Revenge." ( Cut for the easily disturbed )

I actually can't describe the other thing he told me because it is too disgusting.
Hey look! More gay stuff! The Homoerotic Art Museum! I am such a happy camper right now until Mom gets home and demands to know what utter filth I am looking at.

One last thing...
Happy birthday to drworm!
Many happy returns of the day, paper hats, balloons, and cupcakes with sprinkles on top.