pudding and......apples??

Update!
The guy who made me want to cover him in pudding is supposed to be calling me sometime this week for a date. Let's take bets on whether or not this happens. I am sure i am not the only girl who has been promised a call and not gotten one. Only difference is...most girls get the first date.

This yummy looking gentleman who interviewed me for the cooking job......(it was a very distracting interview. I kept picturing myself sitting on his face. Shit, I think i am depraved) is at the restaurant for 3 weeks! i thought the interview was difficult to get through! I cut myself! And all becasue he happened to look and speak while i was trying to cut an apple. oh! What a look! It was deep. It was intense. It was magnetic. I dont remember what he was talking about, but i think it had something to do with getting a new bucket of sanitizer.

All the skin is peeling off my hands from those damn kiwis. Who knew when you peeled 50 of them, that the acid would not be good for you? I took a WHMIS test. My god. I mean seriously. My God. How stupid are people that this has become mandatory? One lady (god love her, shes fun and shit, but how did she not know this??), had no clue that mixing bleach and ammonia would cause you to make a really bad thing? That could KILL you??
Oh well. I had 4 people copy off of my test thing. So i know at least 5 of us passed. I cant speak for the others.

The snow is gone. And that makes me smile.