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Immmmmmm moooooving…. Up the food chain. That’s right… today I start garde manger. They moved me to the night restaurant… and man does the food look fancy. Its uuh… niveau cuisine? Something like that… mouse-sized portions of food that look really fancy with lots of things sticking out of it. Ahh yes, I’m just too eloquent (didn’t think I knew that one did you?). Basically I (and my supervisor, Marsel… who looks like that guy from the prince of bel air) do all the cold plates served at the restaurant.

So anyways, the real plus of garde manger is the schedule… I start work at 2pm every day and go on to 10… Its great, I skip out the hottest part of the day (and I get to work in a giant fridge) and the night, where theres nothing to do anyways. Soo… I said to myself, ok, I’ll get up early, do some jogging every morning, go swimming and then have free time to do whatever…

Uuh… no. That’s not the way it works. I set my alarm for 8am every morning… then 2-3 hours and 10 million ‘snoozes’ later, I drag, literally drag my body out of bed, run to the kitchen, frantically pour me some coffee and collapse in front of the tv from that great effort. So there’s my morning exercise.