Mexicans

I love Mexican workers. They show up on time, bust their ass all day and in most cases all night and don't complain a word. I have never met one that takes a smoke or even a bathroom break . I started at this new place and we have Four Mexicans that work there, 2 girls and 2 boys.

Girl number one is about 50-60 years old and she is crosseyed. She works very slow, but is the sweetest woman in the world. She stands in the hottest spot in the kitchen all day and does all the work work most of us hate. But like all things I love she fucks me hard sometimes without lube. She stands in front of two of our ovens and will turn the timers off and not tell anyone. I know they are loud and I would not want them going off in my ear, but Fucking tell someone. I lost two trays of roasted eggplant, not the end of the world but I do like to leave on time once in a while and Monday is normally a good day for that. But I still LOVE her.

Girl number two is about 20-30 and is also super sweet. I think she likes me, or maybe I want her to like me because I think she is cute. She also works slowly but does an amazing job.

Boy number One is awesome. He makes all the sausages and pre-made sandwiches for the market. But he is a little bitch. He gets upset if no one preps for his sandwiches. He expects everything to be ready when he walks in the door at 5am. And I would agree if he prepped for other people but he doesn't. Mondays are his day off and I got fucked this morning. I don't come in until 8am and sandwiches need to be out front by 11am. Well that doesn't happen when no chicken or eggs are cooked. (we get the best farm fresh eggs from about two miles away) Anyway he still does a lot of things I don't want to do, like make sandwiches Tuesday-Sunday. And next Sunday I will be checking the sandwich Mise before that midget leaves.

My favorite is Boy number two. he is really number one but I want to save the best for last. Out morning dishwasher can barely speak English but knows the words to almost every song played on the radio. Two days ago I heard him singing, in almost perfect English, the only 4 Non-Blondes song I have ever heard. the "I step outside and I get real High" song. I was blown away, then while stunned he said "4Non-Blondes". I was like holy shit you know this song? Well today I was blown away. He knew songs by all of the following bands: Deapche Mode, Right Said Fred, Backstreet Boys, U2, and yes Def Leopard. He knew the name of the band as well as the words. What the fuck, he doesn't know "egg slicer: but knows to strut like a model when Right Said Fred is playing? Sometimes I hand him dishes when he walks by me on the way to the dish station, he looks at me with this confused look like "My are you handing me these?" because you are the dishwasher and they plates are dirty and since you are walking towards the dish station you can take these. But he cleans the hoods every week and is generally awesome. I love him too.