my comfort food kicks your comfort food's ass

[slumber]

I can't believe people are paying me $15 an hour to talk to them. About shit. Seriously.

It does require some travel and it is rather tiring if you've worked all day, taking stressful calls and when your new co-worker is too fresh to pull his weight around and if nearly every question via email and call is beginning to turn you very, very racist. I need to remember all customer service jobs are awful because some customers just--yes, you got it--suck. (There's a universal, culturally-insensitive truth for you.)

But nothing does raise your spirits more than Torchwood nearly done and an impromptu waffle toasted in your seven-dollar toaster, topped with whipped cream you bought on whim and just because you can (because they certainly don't have this in most grocery shelves back home), and liberally syrupped with honey in a sachet that your roommate has, for no particular reason.

Torchwood now. :D

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*g* Doesn't it just? And I'm fascinated by how easy it is to make!