"If You Can't Carry Four, You're Fucked."

Alright. This weather is far too nice to ignore, so again, I will be brief.

The past two days of work have been c-r-a-z-y! It's only April, but it's been like June in Boston, and everyone and their mother is looking for a cold beer and a dozen raw oysters. That's where I come in. I've seen quite a crowd hanging around Faneuil Hall, let me tell ya. People amaze me. I've served hungover white trash in "Rainforest Cafe" t-shirts, Puerto Rican tourists who spilled their Corona on the child sitting next to them (definitely not their kid, mind you), and a man who thought it would be completely okay to dip his fries in the container of Heinz, rather than putting some ketchup on his plate, like a normal person. I watched a man berate his wife for not knowing what side she wanted with her Cajun Shrimp Skewers, because "he was really hungry". Oh, and I got to ride the T home with a couple of drug addicts who were maybe/maybe not going to be broken up by the time they got to Forrest Hills. It's been a wild ride, this weekend. I am really looking forward to training being over so I can feel better compensated for putting up with people's bullshit. $250 cash on a Saturday afternoon is gonna look reeeeal good.