Well, D.Q. was a lot better than I remembered. Haven't had a greasy brazier burger since college, so I guess my negative memories of their meals had grown disproportionately over the years. Started in with one of their full meal deals - double cheeseburger, fries, drink and a small strawberry sundae - but I must have underdone it at lunch since I finished feeling like I hadn't eaten at all. To avoid arousing suspicion, I wound up ordering a second meal from the car: ate it in the parking lot and was tempted to drive through again for some more ice cream. But that seemed a bit excessive so I went home instead. (Besides, I remembered that I'd bought some Breyer's this afternoon at the grocer's.) Wrote my report, and, here I am, dear blog reader, with a bowl of coffee ice cream teetering to the left of my keyboard and a plastic bottle of Hershey's syrup within reach. Can't think of a better way to end the day - that doesn't involve a stud-man like Trigger, anyway.

Service at D.Q. wasn't as good as it'd been at S., but, then, the counter help had to be at least five years younger than the smorgas-staff, anyway. (Am I turning into an age bigot already?) Two young boys and a porky girl who appeared to be the manager. She's the one who served me, and I swear that she stole a couple of my fries before she brought my tray to the counter. The women's rest room could have been cleaner, too. Inside the stall, I found a pamphlet for some sort of religious revival that'd been held at the armory ages ago. You can be sure I mentioned that in my report!

Still, for pick-up food, I have no complaints about the place. Temp salaries not exactly being conducive to many outside meals, it'd been ages since I'd had a fast food burger. So I probably won't complain if I'm given more D.Q. assignments.

10/03/01
[11.45 a.m.]

My first assignment is complete: soon as I got dressed, I took my report into the office and handed it personally to Tripper. He sat behind his desk and did an Evelyn Wood. I remained standing against a file cabinet because, to be honest, my dress slacks were feeling snugger than usual. When he finished, he took one look at me with those piercing dark eyes of his and said, "The customer should be satisfied with this." For some reason, I felt like blushing: you'd think the man had been saying something flirty instead of handing out a medium okay appraisal of my first job assignment.

Anyway, sexy boss-man was impressed enough with my maiden excursion to hand out a second assignment: a D.Q., of all things. (Hope I don't have to do a lot of those!) This time, I'm holding out until dinner - to prevent a reoccurrence of yesterday's glut fest. Soon as I post this, I'll make lunch. Couple sandwiches and some chips should keep me happy.