It is once again summer, and I feel tan and fit. I've lost ten pounds in the past two months. I'm making money and working really hard.

-Okay, so usually from here I'd go on to some other menial life subject. You know what though, my beautiful little livejournal readers? I have not a single inane aspect to my life. I love my job, and am excited to know that I am going to be doing a job similar to this one for the rest of my entire life.

Goodness, I don't know. I can't even begin to verbalize my truest emotions about work. I just want to keep it all secret. Is that mad? Absolutely bonkers, really. But you guys know me, I suppose I'm the biggest coo-coo clock of them all. Big Ben of coo-coos.

I'll start there then. Chefs are like pirates. I've said this to so many people aloud that it feels redundant to type it... My best friend at work is a 29 year old dude named Kevin. He has red hair (SURPRISE! I don't know why I get off so well with redheads) and he fucking looks like a viking. He used to smoke more than anyone in the whole place, but he just "quit" and now he only smokes cloves (more than anyone in the whole place.) He's a sous chef and he's just... pirate-y. I could go on and describe every pirate in the place but I'll just generalize. They're all dudes. Literally, I'm the only girl. They all work really hard, smoke a lot of cigarettes and laugh really loud. 90% are assholes... Bah. Maybe I'll share more of my coo-coo secrets later.