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i scream, you scream...
Today was my first day at my new job. It's another temp thing, but that's only because the ice cream business is seasonal at Kimball Farm. That's right, I'm working as a scooper at the World's Best Ice Cream Stand. My mother has worked there, off and on, since she came to the States -- before she met and married my dad, and obviously before she had me and my sister. After, too; she would work a shift once a week when we were little. It was her mini-vacation from being Mom 24-7. Kimball's has had a place in our lives... well, forever. They make all their ice cream on the premises, and it's fabulous.

So I started working there today, with my mom. The day started fairly slowly, but it was hot, and we were busy serving customers pretty steadily from 11 till I left at three. I'm sure they were busy after then, too, but I was gone. I'll tell you what, though; this may well put me off ice cream for a good long while. And my forearms and wrists will be like steel bands.

It was fun, though. I like working with my mom, even if we don't get to chat, and I think I do a good job. I picked it up pretty quickly; the hardest part is remembering where each of the flavors is. With over 40 flavors, it gets challenging. It's particularly interesting when you realize that they don't use much in the way of food coloring... and the mint chocolate chip isn't green. A lot of the flavors have similar colors, and you sort of have to figure out which is which by the mix-ins. And the smell, sometimes.

I do like it... and now I'm working six days this week. I'm insane... but it'll be a paycheck. and there are tips. I just wish the people who bought quarts would tip. It's the hardest thing to do in terms of actual effort, and they never tip. Oh well...

i feel: tired tired
i hear: waiting for the jackhammers outside to start again...

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