Whistle Metallica While You Work

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.