I’ve got orientation at McD’s in half an hour. I’ve always wanted a Lancaster County Food Handler’s Permit, and now I’ll get it. Now I can handle food without supervision. Then again, whenever I say I’ll make some girls dinner, they usually just laugh at me and say “whatever.” I don’t know what the deal is. I need to bust out some of my mom’s recipes and start practicing.

Update: It was a simple enough experience. I did all the paperwork, got my foodhandler’s permit, and my McD’s “outfit.” Next week I’ve got 12 hours over three days of training. (Oh, and of course Wally World called back today — finally, but it would’ve been the overnight maintenance shift and I wasn’t quite sure about doing two jobs at once.)