Today, terrorists hijacked four planes and crashed three of them into the World Trade Center Buildings and the Pentagon.  The fourth crashed enroute to Camp David (or so I heard).  This is the worst terrorist attack ever.

   As such, my twelve to close shift was cut early due to the store closing early.

  Not much to say.  The morning people didn't know much about closing kitchen, so Linda had to listen to me for once.  Unfortunately, I wasn't in the best of moods, so I couldn't say 'dag-burn' or anything to make the day special.   If she finds anything wrong tomorrow, she can't blame me.  That's new.

   Also, the fryers weren't done.  Apparently, tomorrow, I'm going to be the lucky one who pours oil back in.  I love the fryers.
 

   Nothing much today.  I don't feel too happy.