I guess this career will do

When I have a particulary boring, long or difficult day at work, I like to entertain the idea of quitting and working somewhere where I could flip hamburgers again. A job where I could leave all my worries at work when I clocked out. A paper hat. Etc.

Then tonight, I got home from work early and decided to make hamburgers and fries for us for dinner -- which is a shock on many levels, the most important being a.) I never cook real, actual food, and b.) I define food as macaroni or PB & J.

But the grease was splattering and I was having flashbacks to the summers I worked behind a grill and an ice cream machine, and just like that I felt better.