AP: Soon, I will no longer be a dishwasher! The boss is looking for new dishwashers, and once he gets someone in to take my place, I'm getting promoted. I've also gotten a dollar raise, starting immediately, which is pretty awesome.
Congrats, yo. I know the feel of rising from the lowly dish pit and being promoted to the line, and it's a good feel.
Well, sort of. My promotion came in the form of a new job offer, but they told me at my old job they were gonna promote me to cook during the off-season although I left before that happened.
Work your ass off, Stan. Learn how the restaurant prepares their food, make your coworkers and managers think you're awesome, and keep a good attitude. Dishwashing can be pretty shitty work, but if you make it your bitch, chances are, it'll pay off in the long run.
These are facts. Dishwashing ain't hard and in my opinion it's really not as bad as people make it out to be although I must admit most people who complain about being a dishwasher have never actually been a restaurant dishwasher.
Hey maybe we should form our own union of dishwashers and food service workers. We'll get our own board and everything. Good plan, yes/yes?
AP: Research for the story I'm writing somehow led me to doing genealogy research and I found out that my grandfather's grandfather was a Scottish immigrant. AP because now I know he wasn't just some random dude four hundred years ago who nobody in our family knows about.
Related PP: He immigrated to Canada. CANADA! I think that makes me Canadian. CANADIAN!
