An Introduction

Hello, friends!

My name's Camilla. I'm a BYU student working in the MTC cafeteria for the summer.

Charming.

Most of the time, I work the line shift, meaning that I serve food to the missionaries (or do a variety of other behind-the-scene tasks. That salad bar's not gonna refill itself, you know).

But on Saturdays, I work in the dishroom. Conveyer belts, noisy machines shooting steam, "The Pulper", you name it.

There's something about doing repetitive menial tasks that turns the brain to thinking. And let me tell you, the four hours I spend in the dishroom every Saturday are the four most philosophical hours of my week.

That is, until the mind-numbing repetition gets to me and I become a brain-dead zombie.

But before that happens, I am the dishroom philosopher. And so, my dear friends, I thought that I would share with you the lessons I learn in the dishroom every week.

À bientôt!

Camilla