Recap: More chickens

I got to work in the kitchen where they served what people generally referred to as "traditional American food" and last night was the night of rosemary chicken. Until the smell started to make me feel faintly nauseous at which point I diverted my attention into psychoanalyzing the people when they came to pick up food (what I do is put so much potato, vegetables, and chicken per plate and then set the plates out on the hot...plate (!) to keep warm and the people come and pick up a dish). After explaining it to the guy who was working with me, we amused ourselves for the better part of the shift by watching people choose their plate of chicken out of the corner of our eyes and ranking them on the level of decisiveness. Some people look over the entire selection first, pick a dish, and then go, that's decisive. The most indecisive people would touch several dishes, finally pick one, then maybe put it down again and pick another one. Most people fall somewhere in the middle unless they're the ones who don't even bother looking and just randomly grab something and go, in which case they're probably running out of time for something.

It was either that or recite the locations and functions of glycoproteins in my head, and this was much more interesting.

I also should mention that most of the people should (theoretically) be returning today and that Molly stayed here the entire weekend (and watered my plants for me on Saturday because I wasn't here). Speaking of which, I haven't a clue where she went last night and her radio alarm went off this morning and I hope I turned it off corectly (having never had to deal with that particular type of alarm clocks before).

It's a grey sort of day today.


[edit 10:19]
I'm being friended by a namesake from a sister institution.
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