The earth is not a cold dead place

But sometimes I think it may be. Dramatic opening line for a day that wasn't filled with bad-ness. I got to see some of the games club today, for a couple of hours at least I was around people who were smarter than I and kind of laugh at similar things. I am glad I did, because other wise I would have gone ballistic at work. First thing my manager says to me when I walk in the door is "Bad news, other ice cream person called out sick". Fucking great. The dishwasher isn't (or, perhaps, is) himself today, proclaiming to me to be hungover. A little while later he goes to the manager, says he's got to go home, saying he feels like he's going to throw up. Now, I am not saying I've never been hungover and puked, but never at work. So, manager throws me in the back washing dishes. The whole process is not fun. You get to rinse said glassware or plates with steaming hot water, somehow without scalding your hands and arms, and throw it in the machine thing. Then at the end of the night you've got to clean a lot of the grill stuff. I probably did a shitty job, but what else can I do, ya know? I mean, I also feel bad that I couldn't help out up front more. All the waitresses had to do their own ice cream, and not all of them really know what they are doing in that respect. It was a bad night at Friendly's. 4 more days though. Have to look on the bright side, or something.