Assorted Thoughts

Yesterday I worked in the fast food department, where they serve Chinese food. It was insanely busy for about two hours, then dead pretty much til 9 when that part closes. Now I know what Chow Mein and Chop Suey are. Or, at least, what they look like. I cut myself on a pair of tongs.
Last night I dreamt Chad Michael Murray came to my work, supposedly to get himself some meat products. There were 14-year-old girls all over him, and one thought she had the right to serve him meat because she had dyed red hair. It made more sense in the dream. Anyway, he gave me his credit card to pay for his purchases, except we don't have a till in our department so I just put it in my pocket. I think it said "Hello, Mr. Friend" on it. That also made more sense in the dream. So anyway, when he came back to get his credit card, I had somehow accumulated two other peoples', and old Chaddie thought that was hilarious. So do I, come to think of it. I guess that's what happens when I watch the Teen Choice Awards after work.