No, I didn’t get any piercings, my slipper did. I found a thumb-tack stuck to the bottom of my thongs this morning after my shower. I’m inclined to think that someone must have left it lying around on purpose… but who would be so spiteful? I was, a couple of days ago – I shook a very very filthy kitchen towel (and I mean DIRTY, used to wipe counter tops and soak oil) over my housemate’s cake. Why did I do it? Well, angst and hatred have been accumulating over the past few weeks. After my housemate baked a lovely cake for himself and his gf, he had the guts to leave it on the kitchen, not forgetting the mess as well. This particular tea towel, it’s blue. None of us except for the housemate-who-baked-the-cake use it. That, too, he left lying on the table next to the cake. It looked so inviting, not the cake, but the tea towel. So I took the tea towel, imagined I was in a Chinese opera where the characters prance around with a piece of silk hankie, and gave it a good shake over the cake. I saw flakes falling, multicolored flakes, like those multi-colored chemically induced stuff that one would find on cheap cakes. Need I continue? I felt really good after that. Concise did kick in after a while, but that really felt good, in a bad way.
It was my first time to be in a kitchen of a busy restaurant. Last night soiled plates kept coming in from the moment I started work till the restaurant closed at 10. It took me another hour to finish up all the other utensils the cooks used in the kitchen. Didn’t get paid. Will get paid on Sunday. Bleh…
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