Awhile ago, I heard him barfing in the bathroom. I was concerned and kept asking him if there was anything I could do. Turns out he awoke with a large amount of saliva in his throat and it went down the wrong path. He always has a mouthful. I won't go into details.

My most vivid imagery while working my first training day at Wendy's was the grill operator flipping the patties. It brought me back to the training DVD I was watching moments ago, where you couldn't keep the grill dry, that it had to had enough "meat juice" on the grill: all that grease and meat juice mingling together, splashing about as they were being turned over. It made me shudder. It made me wonder how long I'd last at that job too. I wouldn't be surprised if I had nightmares as a result.

Soon, I won't have to ask for busfare and I can afford monthly buspasses. I didn't even ask how much I'd be paid, but I doubt all my financial woes will be solved.

Also, while at work today, it reminded me of the vegetarian restaurant I was treated to on Monday. The service was reduced to one person, in the sparsely populated place. Our services was also slow, in that we didn't even get our glass of water until 15 minutes later, if that. My dad wanted to interrogate her, but I brushed her away. I wanted as little conflict as possible. It wouldn't be a perfect day, but I wanted as few wrinkles as necessary [haha...wrinkles!].