I know now that I have passed a major threshold in my residency at the Gr1lle: I no longer ask questions; I merely demand keys. Since I know where everything is stocked now, I only need to defeat the security lasers and autocannons that safeguard the ice cream bunker.<\/p>\n
Of all the bright-eyed young freshmen that trained at the Grille last summer, only Alex and I remain. All the rest have moved on to the next phase of their lives. (Unemployment probably.) <\/p>\n
So far this year, I’ve been working register a disproportional amount. I don’t know why it gets a bad rap. It’s out in the fresh air. There’s no getting squirted in the face with ice cream. And there’s no risk of emo burns. (So called because the angle that some people reach into the impinger causes the edge of the oven to touch their wrists.)<\/p>\n
Things aren’t terribly boring like others say. Sometimes people have palindromic balances. For example, someone’s account had $197.91 left. I always make sure to point this out to them to liven up their night.<\/p>\n
Of course, there’s the dealing with freshmen. But I’m a TA after all. I’ve had training. When describing the menu to freshmen, I divide it up into fresh, fried, cheesy\/toasted and sweet. <\/p>\n