I woke up around 10 and made quesadillas for breakfast. I watched an episode or two of Gangland on the Netflix and went to water my lawn. One of the neighbor ladies whose two kids are always running around screaming seemed upset that I was making mud along the back side of our unit. If she is so worried about her kids getting muddy, she should teach them to not go behind our apartment.
I went inside and took a shower and got ready for work. I had a trainee tonight who showed up early and had actually studied the menu. The shift started out slow, but we were in a busy section. She knew what she was doing so I just stood in the background making sure nothing went wrong.
I left around 11:30 and went home to work on my novel about a young boy who is released from prison for embezzling money from his junior high’s bake sale, and spends his days at diners hoping to woo a waitress with his juggling skills. The only problem is that he was born with feet for hands and can’t juggle. I still need to work out the finer points of the plot.
moving to Hawaii 