Old Town Low Down

Most days of my life these days are spent at work. This would be a terrible thing for most people, but I still really like work. I'm getting pretty chummy with a lot of the guys there and I really dig these people. Two of these chums of mine I would like to note are actually illegal aliens. I didn't know at first, one of them went to high school here and the other I knew was from Mexico but it just didn't occur to me that he could be illegal. I guess he came here 8 years ago on a tourism visa and it expired. And for whatever reason, he hasn't renewed it, I imagine it's a pain to do it. But he has no papers, can't drive a car, and can't go past border patrol checkpoints. So he's stuck in San Diego until he gets married. Which almost happened, and not for love, but this girl was going to help him out, just marry him for his citizenship. But I guess the girl turned out to be a crazy lesbian and didn't go through with it. Or something like that.
Reason I bring this up is that Old Town Mexican Cafe is apparently under some type of investigation and they might have to fire any employee without a valid social security number. So that means that a bunch of kitchen people and a few front-of-house employees could have to find another job. Most importantly to me, these two that I mentioned. And I actually don't care that they're illegal with jobs. They're really cool and they're really good employees. Yeah, they're taking American jobs. And yeah, one of them used our country's public education. He dropped out though, so he saved us some money. And on top of that, all of these illegal employees pay taxes and social security, and they won't ever even get to use the social security money when they retire. So they're helping us all out, in a way. And then on top of that, I would be really disappointed if they get fired and their replacements are some douche bags or what have you that I might not like. I kinda think that if people can get by the border patrol, they should get amnesty. Like, "Hey, you win. You're a sneaky motherfucker, go find a job and pay us taxes. That way, we're not letting just anyone in. And so the border patrol people still have jobs and the people getting through the border are probably pretty resourceful people, it's like natural selection.
On a less serious note about work, tonight, one of the cooks saw me eating one of our delicious homemade corn tortillas with chips and salsa in it because I was really hungry but I didn't have a break for a while. So he gave me some fajitas that were a mistake and would otherwise be throwwn away. That was awesome. And then later, I was out back of the restaurant with one of my friends and I saw one of the cooks jump up this cement portion next to the stairs outside. It's pretty high up, the top of the cement is about up to my chin. And I wanted to see if I could jump up there with no hands. So I did, and landed fine, but I totally ripped my pants. And I finished my shift with ripped pants. And now I can no longer procrastinate going clothes shopping.