chomp chomp

It's 1:30pm and I'm T minus 1.5 hours from getting off work, booyakasha.
The good thing about the recession is that there are no guests on the executive club. So I check my email instead, and blooooog.

I worked the morning shift today, woke up at an ungodly hour to set up the buffet breakfast. Plates and pots of bacon, eggs, saussages, veggies, pastries, fruits, seafood, sushi, juice, and exactly three guests who showed up. Not gonna lie, I pulled some stealth snacking moves and ended up filling my daily caloric intake before 11am. Oye. Free food is not my friend.

Since I had to study for my exam and was NOT about to commute last night and back again this morning, I got the manager to hold to his promise of giving me a hotel room when I worked overtime. There's nothing worse than sitting in a five star hotel room with free HBO and a jacuzzi tub and have to get down and dirty with a macro economics text book instead. FMLEH. Yes, extra hard.

I want cookies.

Oh, I am training to become a culinary walking tour guide! I go on my first tour this afternoon through the city's hutongs and will be helping a gourmet cooking school set up its first operating studio and food store over the next months.

Shit, all I talk about is food.

And booze.

Twiddle sticks.