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01/09/2003 Entry: "McDo"

I just got back from dinner with my coworkers. There's always one thing that transcends language barriers and unites all -- McDonald's. :) After 2 bottles of champagne to celebrate the end of Tony's stage (only the first part of three), Michel turned to me and said: "Alors, après, on va à Mcdo?" And so I went along with Tony, Michel, Lisa and Conard and listened to them contemplate on who among the kitchen staff is gay or bisexual or just weird. Although I barely understood, I just laughed with them here and there. They call my internship the 'macaron stage' because that's all I've been doing -- I told them I hope I won't be doing that for 3 months. Fortunately, my chef, Eddy, assured me I would get a chance to switch shifts.

Yesterday, I finally asked: "Ou est Pierre Hermé?" (Where is Pierre Herme) Tony told me I'd see him some day, although he doesn't really work there.

Well, I'm going to bed soon. My back is so sore from arranging dozens of trays of macarons! Ugh.