Having now completed my first day of work in the grocery deli, I think I'm ready to sit on the couch and plop. Incedentially, that happens to be exactly what I am doing right now. Maybe I'll watch a movie in a bit.

Working in the deli. What can I say about it? After one day, I know far more about the selection of meats and cheeses than ever before. It's crazy. The scales, the slicers, the measures. Yep yep yep.

So far, I like all the other people on the crew I'm working with, which is a good thing. The females outnumbered the males, especially during the first portion of my shift. Generally speaking, I would consider this a good thing. (Although it did result in a little teasing. "Men always have to take out the trash, and take shorter breaks, etc etc." After about the first two incidents of this, I filed formal sexual discrimination changes ^W^W^W^W^W got the joke and stuck my tongue out at the acting manager who was training me in the ways of deli work.)

And, of course, customers. Tons and tons of customers, virtually all of whom were really nice. Most people are, but the few idiots among them do manage to grab the headlines and prominent placement in our memories and cultural folk lore.

Alrighty. I'm now finding myself getting hungry. My options consist of raiding my dad's fridge, or going out and buying something. The really perverse part of me thinks maybe I should go out and get something at a grocery store deli somewhere, (Unfortunately, employees don't get discounts, so there would be little to no monetary advantage in shopping at "my store", or another in the chain. But I may do so anyway. Or maybe visit a competitor just to compare, now that I am more versed in such things.)

On second thought, maybe it would be good to just get some Taco Bell. I finished reading Fast Food Nation a few weeks ago. Do you know what they do to those cows, and what parts often end up in the final product? It ain't a pretty picture. Read the chapter about ConAgra, and the slaughter house in Lexington, NE. (Here's a hint: If a worker gets cut, and human blood drips into the meat (a frequent occurrance), they don't stop the line. It just keeps right on running, and whatever comes out, comes out. Among other horrors.)

After reading that chapter, I was almost convinced it was time to go vegetarian. Almost.

Then again, I could just sit here at the computer all evening, and monentarily abstain from this substance known as "food". My legs and feet are voting for that option.

Maybe I'll watch a few Britney videos on Argo. (Yes, that comment was a troll designed specifically to annoy the hacker known as Jaeger. It may or may not turn out to be true, however.)

I am now shutting my brain off.

P.S. Having now discovered the secret of the Logan Ludricous Launch video, I shall use that for my entertainment as soon as it finished downloading...