Feeling the Burn
No, not the exercise kind of burn. Although I really should get back on my regimen soon if I want to get back to Furman in decent condition. I'm talking about hot peanut oil. When part of your job is cleaning the chicken fryers at Chick-Fil-A, you have to move quickly. Shut off the fryer, drop the oil, scrub the rails, wipe over the insides, hose the whole thing down, pump it up, and turn it back on again. All that has to be done in less than 5 minutes because you've always got the breader coming behind you with a full bird to be cooked. Speed is of the essence.
One of the consequences of quick cleaning is that it greatly increases the likelihood of accidents involving the hot grease. Take this afternoon, for example. I'm trying to scrub down the rails while the peanut oil funnels down the drain, hoping to shave a minute or two off the quick-drop routine. The scrubbing brush starts to whip the oil into a frenzy until it pops out in tiny splashes. Two of them splatter all over my right hand. Now imagine you're laying a hand on the dashboard of a hot car, and then imagine the car is made of acid. That's about how painful it was. Fortunately, such accidents have become almost commonplace for me; I normally leave with some kind of burn every other day. Where five years ago, I would have yelled in agony, today I just clenched my teeth, turned off the machine, stuck my hand in a latex glove full of ice, and started again. My mother hates for me to get hurt on the job, of course, but it's just one of those things you have to deal with as it happens. It isn't that I'm not careful, I wouldn't dare get near the chicken fryers without the training provided by my crew leaders at Greenville Mall. But you know, sometimes accidents just happen and whenever possible, you deal with it and keep on going.
I've got work every day this week. Yay for more chances to get burned! :P
My siblings started school again today. Naturally, Susannah didn't say much of anything about her day; she's one of those people you have to weasel information out of. Baxter loves his teachers, which I'm glad to hear because he now has many of the teachers I used to have. But my goodness, Mr. Pohl gives out Snoopy characters now? Where was I when this was going on? It's a conspiracy, I tell you. They wait until I'm gone to do the good stuff.
Reading has been quite productive this summer, as opposed to last year. Hilary gave me Fresh Power by Jim Cymbala, pastor of the Brooklyn Tabernacle, to read and discuss when the L-Team gets together next week. If you haven't done so yet, go find this book. Now. Pastor Cymbala lays it on the line: we need the Holy Spirit to bring people to Christ. Our testimony is powerless without Him. His criticism of the church 'growth' movement, I think, is almost dead-on accurate. Overreliance on gimmicks, trendy visions, pastors that deliberately tailor their messages so they won't offend people (anything to keep the high numbers) instead of confronting them about the need for Christ, and the absence of prayer: the centerpiece of the church, the mortar that supports its foundation. I plowed through this book in less than a week, and I promptly went out and picked up Fresh Wind, Fresh Fire by Pastor Cymbala. These books gave me a lot of new perspectives about the Holy Spirit and what it means to let the Spirit take control of my life. I need that fresh power every day. Otherwise, I couldn't even get out of bed.
Oh yeah, I've also started reading the Left Behind series, finally. I'm about ten chapters into the first book, so it's safe to say that'll keep me occupied for a good while.
Song of the Day: Natalie Grant - "Held"
Verse of the Day: "In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus. Therefore do not let sin reign in your mortal body so that you obey its evil desires. Do not offer the parts of your body to sin, as instruments of wickedness, but rather offer yourselves to God, as those who have been brought from death to life; and offer the parts of your body to him as instruments of righteousness. For sin shall not be your master, because you are not under law, but under grace." - Romans 6:11-14
One of the consequences of quick cleaning is that it greatly increases the likelihood of accidents involving the hot grease. Take this afternoon, for example. I'm trying to scrub down the rails while the peanut oil funnels down the drain, hoping to shave a minute or two off the quick-drop routine. The scrubbing brush starts to whip the oil into a frenzy until it pops out in tiny splashes. Two of them splatter all over my right hand. Now imagine you're laying a hand on the dashboard of a hot car, and then imagine the car is made of acid. That's about how painful it was. Fortunately, such accidents have become almost commonplace for me; I normally leave with some kind of burn every other day. Where five years ago, I would have yelled in agony, today I just clenched my teeth, turned off the machine, stuck my hand in a latex glove full of ice, and started again. My mother hates for me to get hurt on the job, of course, but it's just one of those things you have to deal with as it happens. It isn't that I'm not careful, I wouldn't dare get near the chicken fryers without the training provided by my crew leaders at Greenville Mall. But you know, sometimes accidents just happen and whenever possible, you deal with it and keep on going.
I've got work every day this week. Yay for more chances to get burned! :P
My siblings started school again today. Naturally, Susannah didn't say much of anything about her day; she's one of those people you have to weasel information out of. Baxter loves his teachers, which I'm glad to hear because he now has many of the teachers I used to have. But my goodness, Mr. Pohl gives out Snoopy characters now? Where was I when this was going on? It's a conspiracy, I tell you. They wait until I'm gone to do the good stuff.
Reading has been quite productive this summer, as opposed to last year. Hilary gave me Fresh Power by Jim Cymbala, pastor of the Brooklyn Tabernacle, to read and discuss when the L-Team gets together next week. If you haven't done so yet, go find this book. Now. Pastor Cymbala lays it on the line: we need the Holy Spirit to bring people to Christ. Our testimony is powerless without Him. His criticism of the church 'growth' movement, I think, is almost dead-on accurate. Overreliance on gimmicks, trendy visions, pastors that deliberately tailor their messages so they won't offend people (anything to keep the high numbers) instead of confronting them about the need for Christ, and the absence of prayer: the centerpiece of the church, the mortar that supports its foundation. I plowed through this book in less than a week, and I promptly went out and picked up Fresh Wind, Fresh Fire by Pastor Cymbala. These books gave me a lot of new perspectives about the Holy Spirit and what it means to let the Spirit take control of my life. I need that fresh power every day. Otherwise, I couldn't even get out of bed.
Oh yeah, I've also started reading the Left Behind series, finally. I'm about ten chapters into the first book, so it's safe to say that'll keep me occupied for a good while.
Song of the Day: Natalie Grant - "Held"
Verse of the Day: "In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus. Therefore do not let sin reign in your mortal body so that you obey its evil desires. Do not offer the parts of your body to sin, as instruments of wickedness, but rather offer yourselves to God, as those who have been brought from death to life; and offer the parts of your body to him as instruments of righteousness. For sin shall not be your master, because you are not under law, but under grace." - Romans 6:11-14
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