So I got a job…finally. I am working as a pantry cook at a restaurant near my apartment. Gotta love that two minute commute. I chop things, rather, massacre food, make sauces, cure or smoke meats while listening to rock music on the radio. It’s very easy and I’m getting my chef legs back. I still think I’m slow. I haven’t cooked in a restaurant kitchen in over four years. It doesn’t matter. I like to learn new things, I learn fast and I like to work, so I look better than the lazy people they had before. The downside is that I haven’t found a part-time job to supplement the day job income. Why do I need another job? I have two words for you: student loans. I can’t defer them any longer.