Today I played an important role at work. The kind of 'behind the scene' supporting job.
I was the soup bitch.
I'll explain. I work at a well known restraunt chain that serves sammies, soup and salad. Our soup heating unit is, shall we say, fucked. That leaves me to find creative and sanitary ways to heat your soup. Let me also note that small quanties of soup heat much faster than gallons of soup. The bitch of the whole thing is the running back and forth with four cups of hot soup, from back of house to the line. I estimate that I made no less that 200 trips. No kidding. So hope you enjoyed your tomato soup. And I do really like the phrase 'freedom' onion. Rather than french onion, not due to any kind of political slur, just cause it throws my suburban housewife clientele into a dither. A soup bitch has to get her kicks someplace.