It's colder than a witches titty here in Tennessee. The wind is whipping around, and the teasing summer weather is just a distant memory.
The workload in classes has been intense. The instructors-and there have been many-don't beat around the bush. One today said our relationship with the company and vice-versa was like dating. They are checking us out, while we are checking them out. Will it be a fit? They hold all the trump cards. Only time will tell.
Homework has been a bitch as well. We're supposed to study 2-4 hours a nite. It doesn't leave much time for writing forays into the infantile, or anything else for that matter.
But tonite, me and my roomie from Idaho of all places ( not sure if I mentioned this in my last foray ) are heading to Applebee's. He's already drunk from white zinfindel, and yours truly is gonna drink a few brewskies.
Tomorrow morning we take the serv-safe test. Anyone in the food biz is familiar with this baby. Clostridium perfringens, e coli, where to store chicken, sanitized water buckets, wash your hands whilst singing "happy birthday to me," are familiar terms to those in the biz.
I remember most of my asst. mgrs. could never pass the f******, and that includes Hartsfield as well.
Just a recap cos it's beer drinking time.
Gimme shelter, v.c.
P.S. Parting is such sweet alliteration, er, sorrow.
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