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Okay, forget this guy---we've never seen him before. Just imagine someone who looks a little bit like him, but is 25 or 30 years younger. Imagine, moreover, that he is dressed in his work uniform, which probably was black pants and some kind of white shirt. He's been bussing tables all day (from six or seven in the morning to two or three in the afternoon, probably) At the end of his shift, his supervisor comes up to him and says, " Well, the night dishwasher called out. Want to pick up his shift?" Only, I think it was that the day guy never showed up, and they fired him. Or whatever. I don't remember. I just remember that I worked my normal morning shift as a busboy, and then they asked me to stay on and wash dishes. I'd never washed dishes before, but it was money, so I said I would.
Now imagine a little galley affair with a small dishwasher. You have a window where the employees bring their dirties, a sink where you place a plastic tray and the dirties, which you spray-off and push into the dish machine. It wasn't a big conveyor type machine---they had those upstairs in the main kitchen. This was a small machine that washed twenty or so dirty plates at a time.
Now imagine that about where this fellow is standing in the photograph there is a triple sink, and here the pots and pans are stacking up, In fact, imagine that this fellow (that would be me, folks) is so slow, so bad at washing dishes that he never gets around to washing any of the pots and pans (it may be that the morning guy had not shown up, and thus the dishes were backed up from the day-time).
I remember that towards the end of that day, some tattooed sailor fellow, one of the dishwashers from the main kitchen, came down, and said he would take care of the pots and pans. And in about twenty or thirty minutes of frenzied activity, he had washed all of the pots and pans that had been stacking-up all day. I remember that the sailor-fellow was nice about it; he didn't razz me about my pathetic performance, as he would nowadays, in our trashing-talking new & improved universe.
The other thing I remember about that day is that when I got back to my apartment, sweaty and filthy, and took-off my t-shirt, and looked in the mirror, I discovered that my back from side to side and about halfway down, was one enormous pimple. I had been drinking milk all day, and that constellation of pimples, that Milky Way of pimples, was the result. Perhaps it is that that was the beginning of my disenchantment with milk. I have been faithfully unfaithful to milk on a regular basis, ever since.
What I don't remember is whether I actually got a promotion to dishwaher, or whether my dishwasher stint was a one-day affair. The whole of my career at The Seattle Olympic Hotel only lasted eight to ten weeks, so if I did get promoted, it wasn't for long.
小雨の都庁へ行ってみました。
白く霞む都庁をバックに彫像を撮影して見ました。
I went to the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building in the light rain.
I took a picture of the statue against the background of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building in the white mist.
Seattle is still having a crazy amount of sunny days.
I am taking full advantage by running outside s much as I can.
I sweat a lot though.
Seriously.
I would probably sweat in Antartica if I was there.
So its no surprise that all this sun and heat makes me come home DRENCHED.
I won't show you that though.
As my friend Brian said....."EW"
Ass.
Anyway, all this running is definitely helping me lose all that weight I gained while traveling for six months.
Thank god.
AAAAND apparently I need to tweeze between the eyebrows.
Northern Taiwanese coastal view from Keelung Mountain, I was so dehydrated after doing this climb, I could barely move for the rest of the day, the path up is all steps under oppressive heat and humidity.
Well, today I did the exact opposite, I had ambitions of scaling a mountain for the blue hour photo, but I had an enormous seafood lunch, and haven't been able to move much afterwards, greetings from Kalymnos island, Greece.
This was 3 hours into my trip... I was so beyond hot.. I was almost numb....
and yes my glasses arent cute :-) they were a buck!
Day 22/265
So for the 2nd day this week, the alarm didn't go off when it was meant to so, for the 2nd day this week, I haven't showered, and I've had to go to work. I just got home, I'm a sticky, sweaty, oily, eye-boogery mess. And now I have to go and do schoolwork *le sigh*
Was a good sailing trip out around the island. The breeze was cool, but the sun beat down hot making me soaked in sweat. Glad to be off the the boat. I think its time for a swim to cool off.
chris's hair does some amazing things...
What Cheer? Brigade
New Jersey to New York minitour
Asbury Lanes, Asbury Park, NJ
September 5, 2008
It was a sweltering, hot day in Chicago and we had been walking the streets with our cameras in hand, capturing scenes of people rediscovering life after Covid. Hot and sweaty, we stepped into the serene atmosphere at The Dearborn. The lights were dim, the air was cool, and the searing sunlight piercing the windows collided with the dark, sheer surfaces inside, creating reflections deeper than a well. Elegantly dressed bartenders moved slowly and it felt like we were in a movie. The clinking of the glasses as ice dropped into them, the pouring of liquids, and mixing of magical elixirs made us forget about how we felt as we stepped in the door. After all, here we were, dear friends, with our cameras and a cool drink, in such a majestic place.
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Urban American Tavern
Chicago
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