better than temping

It is very difficult for me to say what I'm about to say. Ahem, here goes. I...like...my...job. Weird. I know it's a little premature to make such a grand, fantastical statement, and I know certain things about food service tend to get real annoying real quick, but the simple truth is that I will take juicing lemons and oranges in the basement with the prep cooks while listening to reggaeton over entering pointless numbers into pointless spreadsheets while wearing biz cazh any day. There are just so many good things that were absent in all of my previous employment situations. The employees, like, talk to each other and joke around and have fun. I am surrounded by wine and cheese. The floor to ceiling windows comprising two walls of the restaurant make for prime hipster-watching when things are slow. When things are not slow, time goes by really fast. I get to wear JEANS. Oftentimes, actual thinking is required. The majority of my friends and my friends' friends live within a five block radius. My coworkers and bosses are friendly, interesting people. Free espresso.

That last perk is actually coming in quite handy. The only downside to all of this madness is that I seem to have forgotten how to sleep again. I'm sure once I get settled my neurons will go back to normal human functioning, but for now, I'm just a delirious, sleep-deprived freakazoid. But at least I'm a happy freakazoid. Tonight's "anything but sleep activities" included finally jumping on the flickr bandwagon. I decided to start with my favorite Chile/Argentina pictures, since I was there not practicing my really bad Spanish with the sis exactly one year ago. If you have flickr, please add me as your friend (is that what people do?) because I don't really know how it works and am too lazy to figure it out, even though it's probably the most user friendly website I've ever seen. Thanks.