I have titled this post, "My new blog" because, it is indeed new, and I kinda forgot what my other ones were. So, having added to the amount of unused blogs which now out number the worlds population, I start afresh. Why? Well, reader because I . . . really don't know. . . boardum, I guess.
Doesn't everyone have a blog? It sure seems like it. So, I will brave the internet world with my own thoughts and writings. Only PLEASE, all you English majors and grammarians, don't critic to much. Thank you.
Now, I want to tell you about my little indecent at work today. It all started off normal enough, bathroom monitor (a job I'd rather NOT do), tutoring little brats, and watching the time when I got the order to become "Grill Master." You see, the school was having a program for the parents of the children I tutor and there happened to be hotdogs and such afterwords. So that is how I got this added assignment to my job discription.
Anyway, after a brief run-a-round with my co-grill master on how do we light this stuff and is there any lighter fluid. (this should have been warning on how the rest of the event would go.) The charcoal was lit and burning. However, my partner Grill Master's fire wasn't doing so hot :) and I decide to help him out a little bit by opening one the vents on the grill... BAD IDEA. The Result: One 1st. degree burn finger. Smooth one Cort!
Now comes that part were you close the lid and let the fire die down. So I did. I closed the lid and turned to leave. Well this Master of the Grill decides to check his lovely burning coals one last time. The Result: One Massive fireball that singed a good amount of arm hair and some hair on my head.
Here comes strike three. I now have a really HOT grill and I have orders to cook hotdogs, really cheap hotdogs. To shorten it down, I burned more that just my self, and arm hair, I also burned about 20 twenty hotdogs beyond recognition. :) Go Grill Masters! NOT.
So that was pretty much my day.
