a [not-so] devious plan...

i begin working with our "pastry chef" tomorrow. i have finally graduated from cleaning, dicing, and julienning 80-120 pounds of onions every day, on top of other mundane vegetable related tasks. exciting, right? of course! especially since our pastry chef is amongst the loyal gangling of admirers i have acquired since starting here. i think she has spoken a total of 1.5 words since i first arrived in blessed oklahoma on September 30. aside for the obvious insecurities i have brought forth in these individuals, this girl just seems generally miserable. she reminds me of an angry, goth adolescent. tomorrow should be interesting. i plan on smiling straight through my 10:00 am - 6:30 pm shift. if i can manage to put the glasS down in time, i may even marinate with a crest white strip for half an hour, just so i can have an extra perdy mouf for my kitchen crew.

the happier i am, the more disgruntled they will be. i just need to remember that.

in the immortal words of Mr. Bright [none of y'all know him. he was our high school security guard.], "Smile, Child."