Big Mom's Saves lives
So, I work at Big Mamma's Burritos, a late night mexican burrito stand that considers 3 am too early to close. In a small college town like Athens, Ohio this is quite literally the epitome of a gift from God. Our drunk rush includes a line out the door, food splattered across the store, brawls, shouting, and basically any possible freakshow that could live in this town to make an appearance sometime during the night.
Our "easy" shifts stretch four hours during the peak and our "medium" shifts include ten hours from 5pm to 3am.
How many of these shifts was I scheduled in a row you ask? Four. Forty hours in four days.
And yet i still love my job. Granted, I will be very glad to leave this town in June but I will be sad to have leave all those wonderful crazies behind. There are three requirements in order to work at this burrito heaven. You must be one or any combination of these three requirements: an alcoholic, a pot head, or just clinically insane.
On to lighter things. I have finished two books in three days and am now working on a Gabriel Garcia Marquez that I bought in Wyoming years ago and still have yet to finish.
I'm not quite sure yet how much I like it. I read A Hundred Years of Solitude years ago and wasn't sure about that one either. But then, I was waaaaay too young. I'll have to reread that one also.
I made hummus the other day. Its quite good but a little dry, I must remember to either do A) a long soak for dried garbonzos or B) get'em canned.
Tomorrow I must do bread in order to put said hummus upon. I ran out of tortilla shells today.
I need a good stiff drink and a sedative and then I will finally get the rest I need to make it through another 10 hour shift tomorrow.
Much love,
El Gato Gordo
