theyellowhobbit

In this case there's a bottom, and you don't die of starvation. I've been mashgiaching ("mashing") for the past 3 hours. If the action is mashing, then the kitchen should be called the "mash pit," right? Now we have everything closed besides the dairy dishroom, since we have to stay open late tonight to get the utensils from convocation, plus the leftover desserts (mmm, leftover desserts!). So Barry W. told me that once everything else was closed I could be upstairs. So here I am, upstairs, recharging the laptop.

And the Hillel kitchen basement has wireless. Is that not the coolest thing ever?

I bet you don't get paid 8$ an hour to check your e-mail/livejournal/knit/do homework...