Humans are ridiculous and I hate them.
I suppose it's time to update you all on my life in Chicago. God you're so needy. There honestly isn't a whole lot to say. But enough that's it's worth posting. (^^^This is usually a sign that you're in for a long blog, so settle in, kiddos.) I'm still working at the Greek restaurant. I started out as a cashier, but after about a month or so one of our managers moved to the other location and so I was moved to the breakfast shift, where I basically run the place for 3 hours until everyone else shows up for lunch. It's not so bad, you get to know the "regulars" who come in every day and order the same thing, shoot the breeze while their food is being made, make friendly wagers about the Packers/Bears (and lose). But then there are the people who demand their food be made a certain way, and if it's anything more or less than what they asked for, they will bring it back to you, and they will demand a refund or a new meal. Humans are