4:00 am- Cell phone alarm goes off ("Party people put it up, take it down and turn it up..."). I turn it off and relish in the fact that I still have 1 hour and 15 minutes to sleep.
5:15 am- Regular alarm goes off (beep...Beeep....BEeeep...BEEEeepp....BEEEEEEPPPPP). I jump out of bed and turn it off as fast as I can. Then I kneel down on the floor, with my head on my orange pillow, and say my morning prayers, going in and out of sleep.
5:17 am- Pull on my black pants that smell of bacon. Slip on some socks. Shove on my Keens covered in liquid egg. Put my MTC Dining hat on.
5:20 am- Put in my contacts and brush my teeth.
5:23 am- Throw on my ski jacket. Grab my BYU ID card. Grab my car keys. Head out the door.
5:29 am- Arrive at the MTC and clock in. Throw on a gross white button-up shirt. Tie an apron on.
5:33 am- Wait for Francisca to order me around.
5:34 am- Start pulling biscuits out of the ovens. Or start throwing frozen french toast sticks in the deep fryer. Or start cooking rice for dinner that night.
6:00 am- Avoid Francisca--at all costs-- so she doesn't tell me to start cooking bacon (I HATE cooking bacon. It makes my whole body smell. The smell literally infuses into my skin.)
7:00 am- Still listening to Francisca order me around in her thick spanish accent
7:17 am- Go grab myself an old fashioned cake doughnut. Or a bagel. Or both.
7:30 am- Take a break to go chat with Sophie and Mary. Then I threaten to push Mary into the pulper.
7:32 am- Francisca comes over and yells at me again. I go back to work.
7:34 am- I start doing some menial task, such as folding 1,000 pieces of pastrami and placing them in pans for the pastrami sandwiches they will serve at lunch.
8:00 am- Oh, Francisca is still telling me what to do...and re-doing everything I have done...and hip-checking me
8:09 am- Francisca starts throwing vinegar all over the counters and water all over the floors
8:30 am- Things start to slow down...Francisca is chilling out and I just putz around and find stuff to do.
8:53 am- I look up at the clock and rejoice that I get to leave in T minus 7 minutes...
9:00 am- I tell Francisca goodbye...go clock out...take off the nasty white button-up shirt...grab my coat and keys and...BLITZ.
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